Chapter 361

GO

Chapter 361 Not Scared of Haunted Mansions

Wolf immediately pointed at his phone, signaling for Wynter to invite Marie out.

Wynter smiled, her tear mole subtly shifting. “No, we’re going to her house.”

The first issue she had to tackle was to uncover why Marie preferred to stay at a hotel instead of

returning home.

Driven by curiosity, she asked Wolf to delve into Marie’s background and family relationship. She had

never been so intrigued by a stranger before.

Gathering information was child’s play for Wolf–or “L” the hacker. He deftly bypassed the firewalls and

hacked into the systems.

“Keep a low profile. Remember, we’re in Kingboume now,” Wynter reminded him.

Nodding. Wolf took indirect routes and masked his IP address, ensuring his hacking remained

undetected. However, he came up empty–handed.

Wolf looked at Wynter, shrugging helplessly.

Wynter raised an eyebrow. “Her information has been protected with confidentiality measures.”

Wolf nodded in agreement.

Wynter suddenly thought of Dalton, wondering if all the Yarwoods were similarly protected.

“Forget it,” she said with a yawn. “Well try again tomorrow.”

They

y could either proceed gradually or resolve everything at once by locating Marie’s missing child.

As Wynter lay in bed, she mulled over the situation, pondering if the Scott family was so daring enough

to employ their human trafficking scheme in Kingbourne.

After all, back in Havenlight County, Dickson and Fanny had admitted they wouldn’t risk operating in

Kingbourne. Their most perilous venture had been in Spring Hill

With the Quinnell family’s resources, they could have easily retrieved their missing child even in the

days of less advanced communication.

In other words, if Dickson and Fanny had been astute enough, they wouldn’t have abducted Wynter

All human traffickers adhered to a simple principle: target children from ordinary families, not the

wealthy.

Wealthy families were typically influential and resourceful, capable of apprehending traffickers if

provoked. Therefore, traffickers wouldn’t take such risks–unless someone had assured them of

protection.

Wynter realized her abduction might not have been random, but instead a carefully orchestrated plan.

As her expression darkened, Wynter reached for her phone and composed a message. “I need a

comprehensive list of all the Quinnell family’s business rivals, dating back to my grandfather’s era.

Not scared of Haunted Mansbjpn.

“And also, Investigate the woman the Quinnells have been sponsoring, but not the publicly available

data. I want information predating her sponsorship by the Quinnells, Let me know even if the data has

been

erased.”

“Got it, Boss,” the recipient replied promptly.

Setting her phone aside, Wynter settled in for the night.

She had a dream. In it, she lay in a cradle while someone playfully teased her. It was a sweet,

comforting

dream.

Upon waking. Wynter felt an unusual unease.

With her prophetic dreams becoming more frequent, she was determined to uncover the mysteries

behind them. Yet, the unexpected warmth of that dream left her unsettled.

Shaking off her disquiet, Wynter rose to begin her day. After instructing the bodyguards to deliver the

lucky token to Dalton, she gathered Margaret and Wolf and headed to the mansion.

Despite the hotel’s luxurious amenities, Margaret still found it uncomfortable. She longed for the

familiarity of a neighborhood like Waterview Alley, where she could share tea and converse with

neighbors.

Understanding Margaret’s preference, Wynter chose to reside in the mansion. Though rumored to be

haunted, she remained unfazed by such superstitions

However, as they settled into the long–vacant mansion, curious neighbors emerged.

“Have you heard? Someone’s moved into the westmost mansion.”

“I saw them, too. A young woman, an elderly lady, and a kid.”