Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Dalton to the Rescue

Initially, Yarra didn’t dare to get out of the car. After all, this was where her nightmare had begun.

She used to think that even if she managed to escape from here, she could never be the same as her

peers again.

Unlike her classmates, who still had glorious futures, she was no longer a naive university student, but

rather, the mother of a child.

She couldn’t help but blame herself for her st*pidity. Why had she trusted the old lady and ended up

being abducted to this rural place?

The feelings of inferiority and fear had been etched into Yarra’s bones over the two years. Yet, when

she saw Wynter’s carefree smile in the dark, Yarra felt as if a fire had been ignited within her heart.

“Exactly! Innocence is never the only thing to prove a girl’s worth!”

Yarra exclaimed.

“Let’s go in then,” Wynter smiled casually, her eyes glancing at the courtyard lit up brightly. “The

Macintosh family must be anxiously waiting for me, their future daughter-in-law.”

Garfield couldn’t bear to watch the livestream any longer. Every word Wynter uttered was enough to

turn their county upside down!

He desperately dialed Hubert’s phone but couldn’t get through. He

tried Derek’s but had no luck either.

Fearing that the livestream channel might expose an even bigger

scandal, Garfield pulled his chauffeur away and took the wheel,

flooring the gas.

Meanwhile, another person also followed the livestream’s location and arrived in Paradise Village-

Dalton Yarwood. This was the first time Dalton had called for a small military aircraft using his identity.

Ethan could sense the chilling demeanor around Dalton emanating since the moment he found out

about Wynter’s “abduction”. Even the red beaded bracelet on Dalton’s wrist had turned bloody red.

Dalton sat there, with a black earpiece in place, and spoke with a deep intensity. “No matter who they

are, send them all to prison.

Leave no one behind.”

With a pause, he added, “Except for Hubert. Bring him to me.”

“Yes, boss!”

With the Yarwoods’ intervention, things would be much easier. They could take down anyone,

regardless of their background or the

influence they wielded.

The Macintosh family had no idea of the trouble they were in, including Hubert, whose leg had been

broken.

As the car door opened, Wynter promptly ejected Hubert, who landed in front of the town hall adjacent

to the Macintoshes’ residence.

Once Hubert realized his surroundings, a trace of confidence returned

to his expression.

This woman might have been clever, but she wasn’t ruthless enough. Did she really believe the village

council would side with her? What a

joke!

Hubert, just regaining consciousness, was unaware of Wynter’s livestreaming. Cheryl remained

unconscious in the car.

The moment Derek Macintosh, the chief of Paradise Village, saw Wynter throw Hubert to the ground,

he bolted upright and slammed his teacup down! No one in the entire Paradise Village dared to

challenge the Macintoshes like this!

Wynter stood in front of the town hall, holding the rope with Hubert tied at the other end, kicking him a

few times out of boredom. Derek was ablaze with fury at the sight of it!

“I don’t know where you’re from, miss, but let go of my son now. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re

breaking the law!”

Wynter responded in a casual tone, “I’m acting in self-defense and coming to the aid of others. How is

that breaking the law? And if you don’t know where I’m from, why don’t you ask your debauched son,

Chief?”

“Dad, she’s the woman Madam Fanny brought back.” Hubert gritted his teeth. “This little b*tch! Dad,

don’t waste your time talking to her.

Arrest her now!”

Wynter stepped on Hubert’s shoulder and chuckled. “Arrest me for what? I’ve brought you here to

report you for human trafficking. If the chief won’t accept my report, the local council certainly will.”

Upon hearing Wynter’s words, Derek immediately realized that she was just a naive, ignorant lady.

“Miss, let’s talk things out. First, let go of my son. We certainly won’t overlook the trafficking matter in

our village. If my son is found guilty,

he shall be punished.”

“Really? You mean it?” Wynter asked with a naive expression.

“You have my word.” Derek signaled his men to stand by.