Classic Novel
CHAPTER 1239
Chapter 1239 Put on the Mask
"Meet them?" The investigators hesitated. "They're not easy to meet. Shouldn't we apply for an official request to get in touch with them?" After all, their identities were not simple.
Wynter held her phone with a single hand, seemingly sending a text. "No need for that. There's a meeting we'll be attending together."
What kind of meeting would allow her to meet with such people? The investigators were shocked.
Y was used to Wynter's ways. She seized the moment and asked, "Boss, while you're at it, can you get hair samples from those you suspect? That way, I won't have to go through the trouble of finding them."
"Sure." Wynter put her phone away. "I will leave this place to you guys. You know the principles."
Y was excited and adjusted her glasses. "Treat everyone who tries to bail them out as suspects and bring them in."
The investigators were speechless. Was this how the Special Unit operated? They were so bold. "Watch closely. The skies over Hawford are about to change," Wynter said.
An old detective watched Wynter's departing figure. He carefully placed the report aside, his eyes with hope.
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Meanwhile, Lynette had been troubled enough these past few days. To top it off, Kenton insisted she curry favor with the Whitman family.
She couldn't understand it. With the Wray family's current status, why did they still need to appease the Whitman family? It seemed unnecessary.
Yet, here she was, often asked to move around. She had to listen to lectures about how if she hadn't offended her ex-husband, that country bumpkin, things wouldn't be as they were now.
The thing she hated most was people bringing up her previous marriage.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
Her ex-husband had nothing but terrible taste. She had only reluctantly agreed to the marriage for the Wray family's sake. Yet, Kenton kept bringing it up, which made her exasperated.
Lynette held an umbrella as she entered Quaint Villa. Despite its modest size and landscape compared to some villas, it had a greater value.
The sycamore trees inside might have been 100 years old. The Frendan-style architecture, paired with blooming roses, was serene and picturesque. It was reminiscent of old Hawford posters.
Although Lynette didn't like visiting the Whitmans, she had always hoped to have a mansion like Quaint Villa.
With bodyguards carrying gifts behind her, she composed herself and walked in with a smile.
Upon seeing Lynette, a maid from the Whitman family, Emma Stanton, quickly opened the door. "Ms. Wray, what brings you here today?" Her tone was filled with surprise.
"Nothing much. I just thought I'd check on Mr. Whitman Senior." Lynette put away her umbrella. Her demeanor was gentle and elegant, starkly different from her usual self at the club.
"Mr. Whitman Senior is reading in the study. He'll be thrilled to know you're here. I just brewed some rose tea. Please, have a seat, Ms. Wray."
Emma was very friendly. Just as she handed over the teacup, an elderly, slightly hoarse voice came from the third floor. "Lynette, you're here."
Reuben smiled. It was obvious he was not in the best of health as his face was showing signs of fatigue. "Mr. Reuben, please sit down." Lynette caringly stepped forward to help Reuben into a seat.
She continued, "I just had my brother bring back some supplements from abroad. There are century-old root herbs and other herbal medicines to help you regain your strength."
She instructed her subordinates to present the gifts as she finished speaking. Emma readily accepted them. Reuben glanced at the herbal medicines in Emma's hands. He coughed a few times amid his smile.
"You're so thoughtful, Lynette. Over the years, you're the only one who still brings me such supplements from time to time. The others have long forgotten me."