“Stop joking.” Ryan glanced at her without taking it seriously.
“It’s all good as long as you know what you’re doing. Let know if you need anything. Although I’m
only a general manager, I can help you deal with so 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 .”
Ryan glanced around and lowered his voice. “Mr. Quinnell ca to Southdale this ti because his
missing granddaughter was abducted and trafficked here.
“There were so clues before, but not anymore now. You et many people as a doctor. Can you
help look for her?”
Wynter thought of the order she had rejected before. She seed 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 ho. 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, soone 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 dicine 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
you a house.”
Wynter interrupted him, “Ryan, you’re overthinking. I’m not poor.”
Her family lived in a place like this, and she said she wasn’t poor!
Ryan took a deep breath. “Let 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
tell you, the Quinnell family and that guy in the hospital are both rich.
“You can charge them a higher dical 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 treatnt, then
she would charge them market price.
Ryan still shook his head. “I’ll figure sothing out for you!”
When Wynter wanted to say no, Ryan already walked away as if he was going to collect the dical
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 ss.
The dicine counter was the ssiest, which looked like it had been ransacked.
Herbal dicines were scattered everywhere, the dicine baskets crushed. The buckets for soaking
feet had been knocked over, and the dical books were all torn.
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