She began leading him downstairs, continuing, “I’ve talked to him about your sister. He’s decided not to interfere with the Chadwick family matters. Your sister can stay with you. She doesn’t need to return to Caditown.”
“Thank you, Miss Moore, for your help.” Winston cast his gaze downward, following Hannah. He longed to express his gratitude, but words escaped him.
His past, shadowed by the presence of Wallace, had rendered him reserved, often at a loss for words to convey his emotions.
“There’s no need for thanks,” Hannah said with a detached tone.
“You’re working for me now. It’s my responsibility to look out for your interests.”
As they left the main house, Hannah turned to Winston with a gesture.
“Go be with your sister. I’ll head back to the smaller building alone.”
“Understood, Miss Moore.”
‘s
The security detail in the manor’s eastern section was noticeably thinner. She had dismissed the servants, so the house was enveloped in silence.
Upon entering a room on the second floor, Hannah’s eyes, cold and alert, caught a silhouette seated inside. “Who’s there?!” she demanded.
Bryson idly juggled the cuff link on the table, his fingertips waltzing over its intricate details like a maestro with his baton.
Shifting his gaze to Hannah, he casually tossed out. “It’s me.”
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“How on earth did you get in here?” Hannah, startled, spun around, closed the door, and approached him. A hint of sarcasm danced in her words as she said, “It looks like the security of the Compton family isn’t strong enough to keep you out.”
Bryson chuckled, effortlessly snatching the cuff link mid-air. “It’s impossible to stop me here.”
Hannah shrugged and demanded, “Hand over the cuff Link.”
“Isn’t this for me?” Bryson held the cufflink in his hand, splaying his fingers in a star shape as he presented it to Hannah.
Hannah extended her hand to retrieve it, but Bryson, with a subtle twist, ensnared her wrist and drew her into an unexpected embrace.
Suddenly, seizing the moment, Hannah raised her arm and swatted away the cufflink in Bryson’s hand. Swiftly grabbing it, she retorted, “Who said it was for you?”
However, Bryson held her securely on his lap. Hannah leaned against him with an air of nonchalance, and queried, “Is there anything important for you to come here?”
“There is domestic news, someone suddenly transferred ten million dollars from a foreign bank account to Valery’s bank account.”
Hannah, a nuanced lift of her eyebrows betraying her comprehension, quickly deciphered Bryson’s implication. “Who paid her so much?”
“It’s a virtual account. Currently, we’re unable to access details about the owner.”
Hannah narrowed her eyes and flashed a knowing smile. “It looks like someone’s running out of patience.”
“What’s your plan?” Bryson inquired, turning to face her.