Chapter 405
The other party seemed impatient and left in a hurry before Graham arrived. Before leaving, they specifically instructed the servant to take care of the box, saying, “Be careful and keep this box safe.” This was given by Mr. Caldwell to Ms. Greene as a token of gratitude for saving his life. Mr. Caldwell said he hoped Ms. Greene would take good care of it.
Winford went downstairs and saw that Bryson had already opened the box and taken out an antique-like jade pendant. He held it in his palm, flipping it over and over, with a playful expression on his face. The jade pendant was worn with a red string, looking extremely exquisite. Even those who didn’t understand could tell at a glance that this jade was very precious, and ordinary people couldn’t afford to buy it.
But what is most striking is that this red string is not new, but shows signs of wear and tear, indicating that it has been worn close to the body for many years. This is worth exploring. Such a precious jade, worn so close to the body for such a long time, must have been very important to the owner. And yet, it was given away as a gift just like that?
When Winford came downstairs, Bryson immediately looked up and explained, “The box accidentally fell, and the things inside fell out, so I took a quick look.” He said it with a malicious smile, looking dashing and particularly deserving of a beating. “But the most important thing in this box is not this antique jade pendant, but this—” He skillfully picked out a beautifully crafted note from the box and waved it in front of Winford.
On top of it, there were two sentences prominently displayed:
I waited for you in Kingchester. Looking forward to seeing you.
The signature was “Caldwell.”
Winford’s eyes narrowed suddenly, pouring out a chill. “Winford, someone wants to steal your thunder!” Bryson exclaimed with excitement, not knowing any better. “What has Ophelia been up to? How did she manage to come up with a life-saving favor? It seems like she wants to offer herself as a token of gratitude.”
Winford suddenly looked up, and in that instant, the icy warning in his eyes made Bryson instantly shut up. He coughed lightly, disguisedly touched his chin, and cowardly acted skillfully and naturally.
Winford took the note, his brows and eyes icy and fierce. He exerted force on his hand, about to crumple the note, but then he abruptly stopped, restraining himself, and put it back into the box. “Has Lia not finished class yet?” he asked, his tone revealing no distinction between joy and anger.
Graham stood a few steps away, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the man, who was holding back his anger. He wisely refrained from approaching. “It was getting faster,” he said.
Thinking about his several revolutionary friendships with Ophelia, he tried to secretly send a message while Winford wasn’t paying attention, but as soon as he touched his phone, Winford’s chilling gaze suddenly looked over. Graham moved his hand away silently under Winford’s gaze. I silently lit three candles in my heart and prayed for Ophelia.
Ophelia was still in Selene’s office, completely unaware of what had happened at home. “I was extremely impressed when I saw your approach to answering questions before, and it felt somewhat familiar. I was very curious about who your teacher was.” After discussing a few issues, Selene exclaimed in awe of Ophelia’s talent and said, “Now that I know your mother is Harriet, I am not surprised at all.”