True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules ( Winnie and Suzan ) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 

Initially, the Hendersons were thought to be well–off, and some even ventured to say that Winnie wouldn’t be at a loss, even if she had been stolen or bought by them. 

But upon reflection, it dawned on everyone that without the Hendersons‘ intervention, Winnie’s own kin might have provided her with an even better life. 

The live stream had been promptly shut down when the Henderson couple was taken away, yet the viewers, still hungry for more, took to Twitter, flooding the show’s comment section with discussions about the day’s events. 

All of which had nothing to do with Winnie. 

On her way home. Winnie had learned from Bailey about the commotion in the chatroom earlier, with the massive donations pouring in. 

She was indeed taken aback when she saw the donor list on the stream replay. 

Hector, even the Supernatural Department, were predictable, but the personal donation from Drake was beyond her expectations. 

Yet upon some thought, it all made sense. Boss Drake must have chipped in out of respect for her brother. Or perhaps, it was Horace, who had dragged him into the fray to bolster her. 

Thinking of Horace’s modus operandi, she considered it well within the realm of possibility. 

A faint smile played on her lips as Winnie opened her phone to thank Drake. 

Drake, pondering who might be behind the Hendersons‘ downfall, was snapped out of his thoughts by the ping of an incoming message. 

Seeing the sender’s name, he couldn’t help but wonder if she knew about his contribution. His fingers tapped the screen, and his expression turned complex at the sight of the message. 

How should he feel? The message was indeed what he expected but also not quite. 

Winnie wrote, acknowledging she knew the donation was due to her brother’s influence, but she 

thanked him nonetheless. 

Drake felt a twinge of annoyance as if his efforts were overshadowed by Horace’s hand. 

After sending the message, Winnie also sent her thanks to Hector and the Reverend at Breeze Monastery, then put her phone away and scrolled through the online comments. 

By the time the car pulled up to the Bryant residence, she had a good grasp of the day’s online sentiment. 

Springer was the first to greet her as always. 

Horace and Clifford were still at the office, so she asked about Grandpa Bacchus. 

“He should be in the backyard greenhouse at this hour,” Springer informed. 

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Winnie made her way around the villa to the garden but found no sign of her grandfather. After a bit of searching, they finally found him in the gazebo, feeding a little fox. 

Upon their approach, Bacchus paused his petting, then calmly withdrew his hand and smiled at Winnie, “You are back already?” 

The little fox scampered to Winnie’s feet and agilely climbed onto her, despite its round belly, snuggling into her arms. 

Springer was always amazed at the fox’s nimbleness, given its girth. 

Winnie, accustomed to the routine, cradled the fox and greeted Bacchus before saying, “About the Hendersons being charged with kidnapping, thank you, Grandpa.” 

Springer, who had been playing with the fox, widened his eyes in surprise and instinctively looked at his grandfather, “What? The Hendersons being taken away was your doing?” 

He had just finished watching the live stream and was speculating about who could have been so astute. His first guess was his uncle, but it turned out to be the old man himself! 

Bacchus ignored Springer’s shock and focused on Winnie, asking, “How did you know it was me?” 

“I saw a new thread of karma on their faces when Barton and Suzan were taken away,” she explained. 

Her initial guess had been just that, but seeing the same thread of fate on Bacchus solidified her hunch. 

She knew the Hendersons‘ history as well as any Bryant would, but the distant past, even Kathryn pushing her into harm’s way, lacked solid evidence. Taking legal action against the Hendersons seemed far–fetched. 

Winnie hadn’t considered this possibility at first, but she hadn’t expected Bacchus to actually act on it. 

Bacchus listened to her talk of karma, which still seemed bizarre, but he no longer dismissed it as nonsense. He spoke with a warmth that belied the decisive edge in his words. 

“Those who dare to plot against the Bryants must pay a price.” 

Though aged, Bacchus’s resolve and tactics were not to be underestimated, even by the rest of the Bryant clan combined. 

He hadn’t planned to make a spectacle, considering the Hendersons had raised Winnie well. But some debts had to be settled, and Bacchus wasn’t one to let them slide. 

But seeing the way the Hendersons conducted themselves on their live stream, even attempting to leverage their supposed parental grace to manipulate the Bryant kids, the Bryant patriarch decided that some people didn’t deserve any courtesy. 

After the old man arranged for his lawyers to file a lawsuit, Clifford started targeting the 

Hendersons‘ assets. 

From today on, the Hendersons wouldn’t be able to cause any more trouble.