“Ah.” Maneuvering his wheelchair toward the elevator, Merlin muttered, “Interesting.”
Meanwhile, Edwin, still unconscious, was transported back, and Hannah returned to Quin Bar with Clive.
As Franklyn spotted Hannah, he dismissed everyone else, leaving only Clive.
“I wanted to watch your race before, but business kept me away. I’ve just returned to Hoijery.”
“Managing the business comes first. No need to go out of your way for me,” Hannah responded.
Franklyn said, “Why did you treat those clueless youths so kindly at Quin Bar? You could’ve just thrown them out.”
Shaking her head, Hannah answered calmly, “If I’d done that, wouldn’t it raise questions about my authority at Quin Bar? For now, my identity should remain a secret. You’re the face of Quin Bar and that’s how it should stay.”
Though it appeared Franklyn had built Quin Bar from the ground up in Hoijery, Hannah was the real mastermind.
She was the one making the decisions that kept the business running.
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“Don’t worry. Your identity will stay under wraps as long as you’re away,” Franklyn assured her.
“Okay.”
Shifting the topic, Franklyn cautioned, “The Garza family could be trouble. We should steer clear of Jenny for now.”
“I’m here solely to help my grandfather, and I’d prefer to keep a low profile,” Hannah clarified, showing no intention of interfering with Jenny.
“Just leave them be.”
“Very well, Miss Moore. But how did you cross paths with the Garza family in the first place?” Franklyn questioned.
“I’m not sure…” Hannah touched her forehead, her sentence half- complete when a memory of Edwin’s evasiveness flashed in her mind.
“Edwin may know something! I’ll confront him about it tomorrow morning.”
Glancing at her wristwatch, she announced, “It’s getting late. I should head home.”
“Alright, I’ll have Clive take you back.”
The next morning, Hannah came to the ancestral home of the White family.
Johanna descended the stairs for breakfast and noticed Hannah engrossed in her Laptop in the living room. Rolling her eyes, Johanna plopped into a chair.
“What’s the big show? Grandma already handed everything to you.
What’s left to flaunt?”
Across the room, Hannah remained silent, acting as if Johanna’s words had fallen on deaf ears.