Chapter 482: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Who Sold This To You?

Dogged persistence settled onto Hoyt’s face. “You mean getting some false glory and fortune in exchange for Miss McKinnon’s misery, Mom! I won’t be able to live that down! No matter how good it sounds, I don’t want an ill-gotten opportunity!”

“You stupid-” Madame Leigh was about to drop some colorful choice word when a thought snuffed it out. Reeling in realization, she turned back to Hoyt with disbelief in her eyes. “Be frank with me. Hoyt Leigh, have you fallen for that young lady?”

The tips of Hoyt’s ears turned scarlet. He became flustered-the way one would be when their innermost secret had been revealed.

A mother would immediately understand her son’s character tick, so her disbelief turned into bewilderment. “Have you lost your marbles, son!? Who do you think you are, and who do you think she is? You can’t fall for her!”

Hoyt was quiet. “But I did… I do. Not that you need to worry about anything. I have no thoughts on acting upon my feelings.”

He lacked many conventional things, but self-awareness was not one of them. He knew exactly who Deirdre belonged to. It was that handsome, imposing, frigid man yesterday. The kind who would not blink at proposing a reward as high as 72,000 dollars. The kind who drove his luxury car and wore his high- cultured brands and never knew what it meant to stress about money.

Hoyt would never have a chance.

“I just feel bad for her, Mom.”

“Instead of yourself? Son, those men are filthy-damn-rich! How much could she suffer if she lived with them!?”

“Doesn’t matter, Mom. If you care about me as your son, help me keep this a secret from Dad,”

muttered Hoyt. “Or else, so help me God, I will run away with Miss McKinnon and never return. I can do as much, and I will! Don’t try me!”

“For the love of God, I can’t deal with you sometimes!” Madame Leigh moaned helplessly. Since she had no other choice, she could only agree. “I can help keep it under the rug for a few days, but once your father knows… You know nothing’s going to stop him.”

“He won’t. He… won’t.”

Kyran snatched up the coat with so much force his knuckles turned white. “Who sold this to you!?”

The saleswoman could not stop blushing at the sight of two good-looking men. “A young man who looked about in his 20s?”

“How does he look like?” Kyran followed up hastily.

The saleswoman tried to concentrate. “He was… kinda dark-skinned and tall. As tall as you two. Maybe 180 cm like that? Came here on a bike.”

Kyran sank into a frowning silence.

Meanwhile, Declan regaled her with a smile. “Did he make any conversation?”

The saleswoman blushed again. “He had no idea how much this coat is worth, I can tell you that! This could have been sold for 15,000 dollars even if it was secondhand, but that young man wanted to sell it for 150 bucks! 150! I could feel God watching me when I gave him that paltry amount, so I added another 150 in the end. He didn’t talk much, though.”

“I see. Thank you for your help.”

Declan’s smile faded, and he went out of the shop with Kyran, whose features were practically covered with a sheet of ice. “I think I know who sold that coat.”

“Let me guess. The village head’s son?”

“Exactly.” Something stormy was brewing in Kyran’s black eyes. “He was riding a bike with something shoved in the basket when we met, remember?”

Uncovering a clue to further a search would have lightened anyone’s mood, but it somehow only upset Kyran more. “Did he salvage her coat and sell it off, or… is she alive but hiding because she doesn’t want to see me?”

“It’s the former. Why doesn’t she want to see you? She already promised you she’d live in Germia with you,” Declan replied reassuringly. “Don’t let your head go into unnecessary dark places. I’ll send someone to gather some intel, and we’ll know. Since our young fella isn’t going to tell us the truth, we shouldn’t let him know we’ve set our sight on him.”

A clasp of thunder echoed, followed by a downpour. Deirdre was startled awake from her sleep, and as she listened to the sound of the rain against the roof, she felt strangely troubled.

She climbed out of her bed and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. That was when she bumped into Mrs. Cox.