Chapter 325 How To Handle A Swindler

• Ronan let out a gasp. "Is it better to leave Kingbourne?" He pondered whether Darrell had expected him to deliver the Ms. Quinnell that the Quinnells had discovered. Wynter interrupted Ronan just as he opened his mouth to respond. "So, may I inquire if this curse can be broken?" "It's hard to break," Darrell said pathetically. "Some adversities are not your fault. Few people can relate to you, and you haven't experienced much affection since you were a youngster. This might lead to resentment. Wynter smiled slightly as she twisted the teacup between her hands. Anger?
• “Yes,” the old guy muttered as he observed her. "Your bitterness is the source of all your suffering. Unconsciously, you strive and are unable to escape. You question how some people are able to have what you are not. Wolf's eyes narrowed ominously as he grew restless. Wyner let out a sigh. "My fate was once read by someone as well. I am always fortunate, he remarked, and any con artist who comes into contact with me would be in serious danger. With her lips curled into a ball, Wynter said, "I didn't believe it before." Grin. "But now that I've met you, I do." "What do you mean?" The assistant to Darrell was enraged.
• The helper gave Ronan a glance. "Mister Rathbone." What sort of individual have you brought? The reputation of Mr. Novak is well known throughout Sorzada City. Don't come if you don't believe! We only assist those who are meant to be helped. to receive assistance! Ronan was not prepared for Wynter to suddenly complicate matters. A minute earlier, he believed she was following along, and he questioned why she had changed her mind so abruptly. Ronan apologized immediately. "My niece is naïve, Darrell. They don't believe in this in the classroom. I will speak with her." It's okay." The elder had a remarkable capacity for tolerance. Everyone is a materialist these days. I understand.