True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules ( Winnie and Suzan ) novel Chapter 78

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Clifford, a figure often featured in financial magazines or on the Forbes list of the rich and famous, was typically the epitome of sartorial elegance. Yet it took just a few words from his dear daughter, Winnie, to have him ditch the tailored suits for a trendier, younger look. 

Walking down the street, he felt no embarrassment even as heads turned his way. 

Instead, he found himself reminiscing about when Winnie was born and how he’d dreamt of strolling through the park on a spring day with his wife and two children. That dream was three–quarters reality, leaving him to wonder when he would reunite with the missing quarter. 

Thoughts of his wife cast a subtle shadow of sorrow in his eyes, but his face remained stoic, betraying no emotion. 

The afternoon went by with the trio shopping and moving on to the arcade level of the mall. Clifford was seemingly determined to fill the gaps in Winnie’s childhood experiences. 

Though exhausted, more so than after a marathon art class, Winnie felt an underlying sense of gratitude and pleasure. 

It was after dinner, with the city lights glittering around them, and as they were about to head home, Clifford paused before a photography studio. 

“We haven’t taken any family photos since Winnie came home,” he mentioned, his voice lighter than usual, betraying a hint of excitement. 

Horace smiled at this and looked toward Winnie. Their gazes met, and there was an unspoken. 

agreement. 

After a day’s bonding, Winnie felt a new connection to her Bryant identity. 

Customers usually needed to make appointments in advance, but that was no obstacle for Horace. He found a private studio photographer, and the trio took a series of family portraits. 

As the camera captured the moment, Winnie could almost see the thin thread that connected her to the Bryant family, thicken and solidify. She understood its significance and no longer fought against it. 

Once they finished photo shooting, Horace had the photographer expedite the editing process. 

Meanwhile, Springer, lounging on the living room sofa, scrolling through social media, stumbled upon two new posts. 

One was from his Uncle Clifford, the business tycoon who rarely shared anything personal online. The picture of the three of them spoke volumes without a word. 

The other post was from Horace, which was more vivid, featuring the formal family portrait and 

a collage of candid shots from their day out, including them sipping milk shake. 

[A crazy shopping day with my sister and father.” Horace captioned the post. 

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Winnie hadn’t posted anything but had dutifully liked both posts, maintaining the social media etiquette. 

Seeing it, Springer jumped off the sofa. 

“Jesus! I can’t believe my cousin went shopping without me!” 

His sudden exclamation startled his father, who had just returned from work, prompting him to ask, “Which cousin?” 

Still indignant, Springer replied, “Who else could it be? My only cousin sister, Winnie!” 

While ranting, he began screenshotting the posts to share in the family chat. 

The Bryant family, especially the older generation, were inactive on social media, so they weren’t updated with these posts. 

Upon opening Springer’s screenshots, a collective silence fell in the family group. 

Terrell and Middleton, Clifford’s brothers, were particularly stunned. Their usually reserved older brother was out and about, shopping and drinking milk shake, a man who hardly ever drank coffee. 

The younger ones of the family also found it unbelievable. But more than their uncle’s newfound relatability, Hobson noticed something else and pointed it out to Springer. “You can see Winnie’s like, which means you’ve added her as a friend!” 

Amber, who had focused on the family portrait, turned her piercing gaze toward Springer, her eyes filled with an implicit reproach. 

Feeling unjustly accused and unwilling to engage in an argument, Springer turned to Hobson. “Of course, I’ve added her. She’s my cousin, and why wouldn’t I?” 

The realization that Springer had been perhaps closer to Winnie than the rest brought a tinge of jealousy among the cousins. 

Springer’s mother, Janet, overlooked the children’s quarrel and said warmly. “It’s nice to see Clifford in such good spirits. They look so happy together.” 

She and Terrell were often busy, rarely finding time to take Springer out. Seeing her son’s envious gaze at the phone, she felt a pang of guilt. 

On the other hand, Leonie didn’t join the conversation, her eyes locked on the family portrait, her hair falling gracefully around her face, concealing the storm of emotions within her. 

The single photo had elicited myriad reactions within the Bryant family, but none concerned Winnie. 

She returned home with plenty of time to spare for the evening and, remembering the little ghostly companion in her backpack, decided it was time to send it on its way. 

Dealing with spirits was a delicate matter. While the Supernatural tradition focused on transcendence, Winnie’s family practices differed. She opted to summon a spirit guide to take 

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