True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules ( Winnie and Suzan ) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 

Winnie scrolled through her phone, her eyes skimming over the latest news update. Though she had no idea what tactics Bacchus had employed to make Barton and Suzan confess so swiftly. seeing that justice had been served gave her a profound sense of relief. It was as if the weight she had been carrying for eighteen long years had finally been lifted. With it, something intangible inside her seemed to dissipate into the night air. 

She didn’t bother to keep tabs on Kathryn’s and Quincy’s fate. Regardless of whether Kathryn would be punished by the law, Winnie felt that karma would come around. Kathryn had lived high on the hog for eighteen years, and now it was time for her to face the music. That thought alone was enough to satisfy Winnie’s sense of justice. 

Setting her phone aside. Winnie checked the time. She had plans to take Ghost Baby to nurture 

1. it. 

No sooner had she reached the bottom of the staircase than Hobson emerged from the living room, his brow furrowed in disapproval. 

“Out again? What kind of lady prowls the streets night after night? Amber?” He chided. 

‘t you be more like 

Winnie rubbed her temples, regretting that she had only wagered his silence for a week rather than a month. Yet, she was in a good mood tonight and retorted generously, “Nope. 

Hobson was momentarily at a loss for words. Just as Winnie thought the conversation was over and turned to leave, he followed her, his tone softening slightly. 

“I heard you have a knack for carving. Besides the amulet you made for the family, do you get any other pieces?” 

He quickly added as if to mask his real intentions, “A buddy of mine just opened a new–age boutique. You seem to be pinching pennies. If you’re interested, I could put in a word for you to consign your work there.” 

His offer carried an undertone of condescension, as if he were bestowing charity upon her. 

Winnie didn’t hesitate to decline. “I’m not interested,” she said flatly, ignoring whatever motives 

he might have. 

Hobson flared his temper at her blunt refusal. “What’s with that attitude? I’m trying to throw you a bone here, and you can’t even be grateful? Do you think you’re too good for my help?” 

Winnie stopped in her tracks and turned to face him squarely. “Do I owe you something?” 

“Excuse me?” he balked. 

“I don’t owe you or anyone else since I’ve been back. But you and the rest of the family seem to find fault with everything I do, as if I’ve taken something precious from you,” Winnie said icily, “The truth is you’re no different than me. We’re both living off the family’s dime. So why the self–righteous act?” 

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Chapter 140 

Hobson had never expected such a counter–attack, and his face turned a shade of red that spoke volumes of both shock and anger. 

She continued, “Do you want courtesy? Start by showing some yourself.” 

His face darkened further and he raised his voice, “Winnie, how dare…” 

But before he could finish, Winnie swiftly silenced him with a gesture. Hobson’s mouth snapped shut as if sealed by an invisible force, his words trapped behind his lips. 

He gaped in shock. As realization dawned, his face turned beet red with indignation. 

Winnie looked at him thoughtfully, then decided it was time to lay down the law. “I’ve held back out of respect for the family name. But if you can’t learn to speak to me with decency, then perhaps you shouldn’t speak at all.” 

Without another word, she strode out into the night, leaving Hobson furning in silence. He had seen Winnie work her peculiar magic before, but he’d never imagined she’d dare use it against her own flesh and blood. 

Enraged, he stormed upstairs to seek justice from Bacchus. The family wouldn’t stand for such. disrespect. 

Bacchus, still awake, was discussing matters with Clifford in his study when Hobson barged in. “Grandfather and Uncle Clifford! Winnie has gone too far! She cast some spells and sealed my mouth! I can’t speak!” 

The room fell silent as Bacchus and Clifford exchanged complicated looks. Springer, whose room was on the second floor, had stepped out upon hearing the commotion and overheard Hobson’s claim.