NovelEnglishChapter C434 Third Wheeling "But Cyrus..." Ophelia couldn't help but glance back worriedly.
Tamia waved it off. 'He's been around that Quinnell girl too much lately. They are blood relatives, after all. It's normal for him to be affected and doesn't want to hurt her. Give him a few days, and he'll caround.
“Just make sure he spends more twith the Montclair family in the future. That's how we stay close." "Don't worry, Mom. I understand. Though Ophelia was Indecisive by nature, she had always sided with her family when it cto moments like these.
Tamla gave her a sidelong glance. "Don't restrict him too much. Let him do whatever he wants for now. Just make sure he stays huntil Monday." "Monday?" Ophelia was puzzled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTamia's smile was cryptic. "The conference will be over by then. You'll understand what I mean soon enough." Ophelia's eyes brightened as realization dawned on her. "Mom, are you saying there's going change regarding that land?" be a policy "Shh. Nothing's set in stone yet, so be quiet about it." Tamia chuckled. "Just wait for your money to double." Ophelia's face lit up with excitement. After all, who wouldn't love money? Especially as a wealthy housewife, she longed for a financial source of her own.
Tamia's judgment had never been wrong, and the Montclairs had invested a significant amount themselves. That meant the policy change was real! Feeling much better, Ophelia no longer concerned herself with Cyrus, who was upstairs. If he was hungry or thirsty, the maids could prepare everything and bring it up.
After all, he had always acted like this when he was upset. He'd lock himself in his room and bury himself in video games.
Clearly, Ophelia had underestimated the integrity that ran through the Whitman family's bloodline.
Cyrus spent the entire day plotting his escape. He eyed the window in the gaming room and noted that it wasn't too high.
The benefits of all those workouts were about to pay off. With a well-timed jump, he landed by the back door, where there were no surveillance cameras.
When Cyrus found Wynter, she had her headphones on and was deeply engrossed in analyzing the stock market with Dalton. With over 30 billion invested, they needed to monitor three accounts simultaneously. Every second was critical.
They were reviewing shighly professional forecasts sent by Albert and needed to work closely together. The office was stocked with plenty of chocolate, snacks, and opened bottles of whiskey.
Dalton was thoroughly enjoying this collaborative work environment. It was a new experience for him since he was used to working alone.
He was snacking as he glanced over at Cyrus. This unexpected visitor had interrupted their rare collaboration. Dalton found it hard to maintain his previous friendly demeanor and instead kept his expression poised, exuding an air of aloof elegance.
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Cyrus recounted the whole ordeal while gargling down the drink from a glass. "My dad is such a traitor! He is always claimed to love his niece the most! I think he's just like me-completely unreliable! "Wynter, you should get Grandpa to kick him out of the Whitman family. He can go live with the Montclair family as their son-in-law instead!" Dalton glanced over with a slightly cold expression, noting that the whiskey he had prepared was completely gone now.
"Don't bother with an alcoholic," Wynter said quickly. After all, she m knew the whiskey was a rare one. Cyrus hiccuped before continuing. "What do you mean alcoholic? Who's an alcoholic? "Wynter, you have no idea how I escaped. I jumped off the balcony and was so damn cool! I live up to your expectations and being your cousin!"
He rummaged through his pocket as he spoke before pulling out a card.
ΟΠ "This is what I saved up during my tabroad. It's not much, but there's five or six million here. It's all yours!"
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