Chapter 1400

Chapter 1400

It seemed the official documents had been released from above, but they were still vague.

As the head of a listed company, Taylor was quite different from Cyrus. “If you really want to acquire land, you’ll have to deal with the relevant departments. Cyrus‘ connections aren’t nearly enough, so I’ll go instead.”

He was worried Wynter might get taken advantage of. After all, there were too many ins and outs in this business.

“That won’t be necessary for now, Uncle Taylor. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know if I need your help,” Wynter said with a smile. “I’d like to handle this myself first.”

Taylor couldn’t shake the feeling that she was up to something else. He paused for a moment before saying, “Mr. Quinnell Senior left quite a few connections in Hawford. They spanned all sorts of circles, high and low.

“There’s one old–timer named Mr. Sinclair. He has more influence in this area than even the Whitman family. Should I arrange an introduction for you?”

The name “Mr. Sinclair” was one Wynter had heard as soon as she arrived in Hawford. He was over 100 years old now and rarely showed his face.

In his day, he had ties with both the underworld and the authorities. But nowadays, no matter what

happened in Hawford, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Wynter had looked into it and knew that Kenton didn’t dare to provoke him, either. But her approach wasn’t overly complicated. After all, she had many secrets that no one knew.

“No need. I have a feeling I might run into him,” she said. Her intuition was rarely wrong.

Taylor thought for a moment and decided to remind her, “Mr. Quinnell Senior did him a favor, but he doesn’t think much of the Quinnell family’s descendants.”

Wynter didn’t need him to elaborate and could easily guess who he was referring to. Shane, that scoundrel, certainly didn’t seem like a worthy successor to Gordon.

This might also be related to other factors. She always had the sense that Shane being raised into uselessness was somehow orchestrated by someone.

Previously, she hadn’t given it much thought, assuming it was just typical corporate infighting. But since coming to Hawford and meeting Cyrus, the more she dealt with the problems left behind by Shane, the more she discovered.

Whenever a potential heir was raised into uselessness, the impact on a family was immense. It wasn’t surprising that the Montclair family had their own agendas.

After all, who wasn’t somewhat blinded by greed? And it was precisely this cultivation under the guise of familial love that was most likely to lead to trouble.

Wynter fiddled with the purple sugilite pendant and said humbly, “I’ll be careful if I meet him.”

“And as for Cyrus…” Taylor hesitated. After all, Cyrus wasn’t his son, so he couldn’t be too blunt. “If he becomes too much to handle, just send him back. This really is a complex situation.”

Wynter looked up. “It’s manageable. But luckily, Aunt Ophelia is the only problem here. If I had more such relatives, I wouldn’t be able to handle it, nor would I want to. It would just hurt our relationship.”

He hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward, and he burst out laughing. “Are you trying to hint at

something? That’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about on my side. I’ll talk to Noah and Ophelia.

“If things really don’t work out, they can just get a divorce. With everything that’s happened, it’s not something you should have to balance. Honestly… you haven’t changed since you were little.”

She spoke with an air of authority, but it also meant she wasn’t keeping her distance from him. This was good as this was what being family meant!

Taylor was pleased. He had wanted to take some time to discuss these matters with Wynter since it was already pretty absurd. She had been dealing with all the Whitman family’s affairs since she came back.

And behind each of these family affairs, there were always interests involved, especially with Cyrus.

Taylor hadn’t realized it before, but after looking into it more closely, he found that the Montclair family had nearly raised Cyrus into uselessness.

“I’ll keep an eye on the Montclair family,” he said in a resolute tone. “I won’t let you worry about it.”