Book TRK
Chapter 31
Chapter 31 Misunderstand Wynter Is Poor
“Stop joking.” Ryan glanced at her without taking it seriously.
“It’s all good as long as you know what you’re doing. Let me know if you need anything. Although I’m only a general manager, I can help you deal with some things and people.”
Wynter was surprised that Ryan was the general manager. She thought he was an ordinary employee because of his appearance.
“There is one more thing,” Ryan said. “I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
Wynter raised her eyebrows. “Tell me.”
Ryan glanced around and lowered his voice. “Mr. Quinnell came to Southdale this time because his missing granddaughter was abducted and trafficked here.
“There were some clues before, but not anymore now. You meet many people as a doctor. Can you help me look for her?”
Wynter thought of the order she had rejected before. She seemed destined to be connected to the seventh daughter of the Quinnell family.
“Okay.” Wynter didn’t ask further.
Ryan didn’t want to tire her anymore. “I’d better walk you home. The street is quite dark.”
Wynter didn’t refuse and strode forward.
At first, Ryan thought she was going to the high–end area nearby. After all, someone like
her deserved to live in a house like that.
Unexpectedly, she entered a small alley. There were few people, the street lights flickered, and the ground was full of potholes.
After walking for a while, Ryan frowned. Wynter had stopped at a traditional medicine clinic.
It was right on the street, shabby and small. A sign next to the door read, “Foot Massage: 30 Dollars. Body Massage: 50 Dollars. Herbs Are On Sale!”
This was clearly a foot massage shop! And it was likely not fully licensed!
Ryan looked at Wynter. “Wynter, this is?”
“It’s my grandma’s house.” Wynter took the bag over.
But Ryan looked distressed. “This… Wynter, if your family is facing difficulties, l’can give
Chapter 31 Misunderstand Wynter Is Poor
you a house.”
Wynter interrupted him, “Ryan, you’re overthinking. I’m not poor.”
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Ryan took a deep breath. “Let me help you. You have to shoulder the heavy burden for the family at such a young age.
“No wonder you work as a doctor and don’t go to school. You just want to make more money for your family!”
Wynter let him imagine and didn’t explain. After all, it was too complicated to explain.
“Whatever.” Wynter didn’t confess.
Ryan looked at her as if he was looking at a naive younger sister. He narrowed his eyes, advising, “Let me tell you, the Quinnell family and that guy in the hospital are both rich.
“You can charge them a higher medical fee. Don’t just ask for a thousand. Even ten million is too little!”
“Okay.” Wynter nodded. Ryan’s words were true. If she agreed to give them long–term treatment, then she would charge them market price.
Ryan still shook his head. “I’ll figure something out for you!”
When Wynter wanted to say no, Ryan already walked away as if he was going to collect the medical fee for her now.
Wynter didn’t stop him.
Anyway, it was already half past ten. Margaret had probably gone to bed, and it wouldn’t be convenient to invite him into the house.
Wynter reached out to open the door, only to see a mess.
The medicine counter was the messiest, which looked like it had been ransacked.
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Herbal medicines were scattered everywhere, the medicine baskets crushed. The buckets for soaking feet had been knocked over, and the medical books were all torn.