PAID

The delivery man seemed taken aback by the unexpected attitude of the person who opened the door.His facial expression suddenly stiffened.

He forgot what he was going to say next. He held the plastic bags and stared at Wynter, attempting to

intimidate her.

Wynter glanced at his features–high and sharp cheekbones. Despite his attempt to maintainprofessionalism and a neutral expression, the malevolent aura was unmistakable.

“Yes. I’ll be more careful next time, the delivery man said before raising his hand. “Mr. Hollowayordered some tea.”@@novelbin@@

“There’s no one with that family name here,” Wynter said casually. “Why don’t you come in and see foryourself?”