?Chapter 1509 Cannot Compare to the Homing Queen


    The surrounding customers, who had been enjoying their afternoon tea, all turned to look at themotion. "The waiter! Where''s the waiter?'' Rosalyn eximed.


    Thesedies were regrs, and considering the membership fees they paid, the manager intervened before any waiters coulde. "Mrs. Waldron, how can I assist you?"


    "Ah, perfect timing. I wanted to ask when your establishment started allowing bumpkins in," Rosalyn said as her gaze swept disdainfully over Yvette.


    Without missing a beat, the manager immediately warned Yvette to leave.


    Meanwhile, Wynter had just arrived at the venue, finding it heavily congested. She had agreed to meet Rosalyn because she needed to uncover some very important information.


    There was a voice in her dreams that had never appeared before-the voice responsible for harming Marie. She would feel uneasy until she found that person.


    Wynter had never been concerned about the obvious threats, like Yvette, whom she had been ordering people to monitor closely.


    She was aware of Yvette''s frantic ramblings. She had kept her around in Hawford specifically to distract the aristocratic families from her real intentions.


    In reality, the person Wynter was keeping an eye on today had just left the Montir family and was headed to the airport. But there was no need for her to handle that personally. The special unit would take care of that.


    Meanwhile, Wynter adopted her usual carefree demeanor, reminiscent of a spoiled scion. Her shy car, vibrant in color, drew attention as it zipped along Riogeb


    This caused many to turn their heads, especially among tourists. Among them were five or six college students who stared wide-eyed at the car. However, they didn''t realize who was inside.


    One of them eximed, "That car must cost a fortune."


    "So what? I''m sure our homing queen can afford it."


    Thesements came from Yvette''s ssmates from Southdale. They were Wynter''s old acquaintances. They were in Hawford for a vacation and had nned to visit their homing queen, Yvette.


    They had contacted her about two weeks prior, and Yvette had eagerly weed them, inviting them to call when they arrived.


    Wanting to make a good impression, they decided they couldn''t show up empty-handed and nned to buy gifts for her. They had heard that this street was the most expensive, so it was the perfect ce to choose something special


    After all, Yvette had be a prominent figure in Hawford. She was someone everyone adored, and they didn''t want to embarrass themselves!


    As the group of students wandered through the streets, they spotted a particrly charming coffee shop with a long queue. This shop was rumored to be a century-old establishment.


    "Let''s check it out!" one of them suggested.


    "Yeah! Yvette loves coffee. Let''s buy her some."


    After arriving in Hawford, the students felt somewhat dazzled by the city''s vibrancy.


    "This is amazing. Our Southdale can''tpare to this."


    "Keep it down, bro. This is Hawford."


    Just then, one of them stopped in his tracks.


    "What''s up, Terrence?"


    "Nothing. I just saw someone who shouldn''t be here," Terrence Herriot replied while ncing toward Wynter.


    He tugged at his ck backpack and stared at her in disdain. "Let''s keep our distance. We don''t want that fangirl bothering us."


    The others soon caught sight of Wynter as well.


    "What''s she doing here?"


    "How would I know?"


    "I thought she went back to her vige."


    "I don''t think so. I heard she knows some big shots now."


    "Her? Come on."


    Terrence scoffed. ''She''ll definitely feel embarrassed if she sees Yvette now. Just think about it-she always tried topare herself with Yvette."Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    Just then, someone shouted, "Hey, Wynter!"