True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

No matter how curious Springer was, Winnie just wouldn’t open the door. 

Springer stood outside, trying to catch any hint of sound from inside, but there was nothing. 

After about half an hour, just when Springer was about to doze off, he felt a breeze that 

refreshed him in an instant. 

At the same time, everyone in the villa felt a pleasant draft pass through, instantly clearing their minds and sharpening their senses. 

Downstairs, Abdul was puzzled. “Where’s that draft coming from?” 

It was the middle of summer, and the villa’s air conditioning was on full blast to ensure that everyone inside was shielded from the slightest hint of heat. 

So if the AC was on, where was this draft coming from? And weirdly enough, it was quite comforting. 

Meanwhile, some activity finally came from Winnie’s room. 

The couriers in black caps emerged, carrying empty cardboard boxes, and bid Winnie a respectful farewell. 

Springer couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a newfound reverence in their eyes as they looked at Winnie. 

He couldn’t wait to get inside the room, only to find that aside from Winnie’s toolbox on the table, there was no sign of any new or large furniture. 

“Winnie, what happened to those three huge boxes you bought? Why is there only this toolbox. left?” 

Winnie’s toolbox wasn’t small by any means. It was about the size of a carry–on suitcase. But the parcels those delivery guys had brought up were clearly much larger. 

Winnie glanced at the floor beneath his feet but offered no explanation. 

Unbeknownst to Springer, the floor had been completely replaced: 

If any member of the Mystical Sects were present, they’d recognize that Springer was standing on a Spirit Gathering Array made of mystical stones. Such arrays are typically used to cultivate and gather spiritual energy. 

As a talisman practitioner, Winnie needed an abundance of spiritual energy for drawing and carving her symbols. 

The Spirit Gathering Array was designed to better accumulate the spiritual energy of the universe within the room. 

And as the energy gathered, not just Winnie’s room but the entire villa benefited from the cleansing of this spiritual energy. 

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The refreshing draft that everyone felt a moment ago was the result of Winnie activating the 

array. 

Without an explanation from Winnie, Springer remained clueless but found himself reluctant to leave the room. 

Somehow, the air conditioning in Winnie’s room felt different, not the usual chilly breeze but perfectly temperate.. 

Standing there, he felt a clarity of mind, a comfort unlike any other. 

Downstairs. 

Cutler and the others were also aware of the movement upstairs. Watching the three delivery guys descend the stairs orderly, something clicked in Cutler’s mind. He approached them and asked directly. “Which company are you guys from?” 

Not just Springer, Cutler too had noticed Winnie’s preference for this particular delivery service. But looking at them, they didn’t have a logo in sight and didn’t even look like typical couriers. 

Cutler was slightly worried Winnie might have gotten involved with some bizarre cult. It didn’t matter much to her, but it could tarnish the Bryant family’s reputation. 

At the thought of this, he still kept a friendly demeanor, “My new startup’s looking to partner with a courier service. Hand me your card. Maybe we can work together.” 

Cutler wasn’t lying. Having just graduated from college, he was planning to start his business and indeed required a logistics partner. But he wouldn’t settle for any small–time operator. 

After all, he was a member of the Bryant family. Even in entrepreneurship, he expected nothing less than the best resources. 

Cutler assumed that at his suggestion, these couriers would be overjoyed to hand over their business cards. After all, this was the Bryant family. 

A partnership with the Bryant family was like manna from heaven. 

However, the couriers simply stared at him blankly. One of them, his eyes the only visible part of his face above his black mask, scanned Cutler from head to toe, then replied with a slight smile, “Sorry, you don’t meet our company’s client criteria.” 

A muggle with not a trace of spiritual energy was not their type of clientele. 

Cutler was taken aback, and so were Hobson and Amber standing nearby. 

What did that mean? 

They had heard about clients choosing courier services, but not the other way around. 

It wasn’t like they were a large–scale logistics firm. On what basis were they picking and choosing clients? Besides, if Winnie could use them, why couldn’t he? 

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Cutler felt disrespected. 

But the couriers didn’t bother to explain further and turned to walk towards the front door. 

Cutler felt slighted but didn’t stoop to keep them back for an argument. 

As for a no–name courier service, he had given them enough attention by merely inquiring. 

Who cared, anyway? This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His dissatisfaction extended to Winnie for using such a service, harboring some resentment. 

towards her. 

Meanwhile, in a hospital room. 

Kathryn listened to the recording on the internet, the condemnations and criticisms in the comments directed solely at her. 

Due to the intervention of the Bryant family legal team, the news of Catherine suing Hans, Kathryn, and the other bullies was all over the internet. 

As Kathryn watched another video of Catherine recounting her bullying ordeal, her pretty face turned pale. 

Her lips quivered, and she couldn’t hold back her anger, smashing her iPad onto the floor. The force of the action aggravated her waist wound, causing pain that made tears fall from her 

eyes. 

“Kathryn, what’s wrong now?” Suzan, seeing her daughter in such a state, felt a surge of heartache. 

Kathryn was in tears, her usual facade crumbled as her voice took on a sharp edge. 

“It’s all Winnie’s fault! She recorded me in secret! She promised no one would ever hear that recording! And Catherine! That bitch isn’t even dead! They conned me together! She’s alive!” 

Heaven knew how petrified Kathryn was when she stumbled upon Catherine online. 

She thought she’d seen ‘a ghost, but soon enough, she realized the truth – She’d been played. and not just by anyone, but by Winnie and Catherine together! 

They must have set her up on purpose to make her spill those words! 

Right now, Kathryn was itching to get out of the hospital and slap Winnie right across her smug face. How dare this bitch do this to her?! 

“Kathryn, don’t be scared, honey. I already sent the lawyers to handle it. Since Catherine turned out to be alive, there’s nothing to worry about,” Suzan tried to reassure her. 

Suzan herself had only learned about the online debacle and Kathryn’s involvement in bullying afterward. 

Despite her reluctance to believe the sweet and kind Kathryn could be a bully, the voice on the recording was unmistakably Kathryn’s, and she had admitted to the act. 

Though shocked, Suzan didn’t make much of it. 

They were kids, after all. Schoolyard tiffs and little squabbles were common. 

And as for Catherine, Suzan thought, if she couldn’t respect herself, getting pregnant before she was even of age, how could she blame her Kathryn? 

“Catherine is only making a scene for money, that’s all. Your father’s got plenty of it, and then. there’s the Quentin family backing us up.” 

With the wealth and power of both their families combined, how could a single Catherine dare. to fight them?