Chapter 391

“I’m guessing your new faction doesn’t want to clash with your sister’s, right? So instead of overexerting yourself, why not utilize the resources already available to you?”

Fay’s words made Winifred pause, deep in thought. Worried she might perceive him as scheming, Fay slowly stood up. “I’ve been by your sister’s side for twelve years. Even if it cost me my life, I’d never betray her. But hey, take it as a suggestion—entirely up to you.”

Just as Fay was about to leave, Winifred called out, “Alright, I’m in.”

Winifred never expected to encounter Sean on her first mission. She’d just finished and was about to leave when Sean suddenly grabbed her ankle. He was sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life, gasping for breath, and looking near death.

Winifred’s face remained blank, her eyes icy as she kicked him off without hesitation. But he latched onto her leg with a death grip.

She said coldly, “Get lost.”

Sean gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to release his grip. “Save me, I’ll pay you—however much you want.”

Winifred truly didn’t want to be involved in his mess. The last time she’d interfered, she’d ended up owing Fay a favor. She knew encountering him always spelled trouble.

No matter how hard Winifred kicked or punched, Sean wouldn’t let go. He clung to her leg like a drowning man grasping a lifeline.

After struggling, Winifred heard voices nearby. “Search every inch! He has to be close—he can’t escape.”

Someone said, “He’s badly hurt. He won’t survive this. Make sure he’s dead to avoid future trouble.”

Another urgently added, “There’s movement ahead! Hurry!”

Winifred frowned, realizing she couldn’t dislodge Sean. With no other option, she hauled him up and dragged him to a hidden spot.

Sean continued struggling, so Winifred gave him a sharp slap, which finally subdued him.

Once the searchers left, Winifred helped him from their hiding place, hailed a cab, and took him straight to the Lecter family home.

“Miss, who are you looking for?” The elderly butler opened the door.

Winifred said, “I found this man on the street. He said this was his home, so I brought him back.”

The butler leaned closer, instantly recognizing Sean.

“Oh my goodness!” he exclaimed, raising his voice. “Madam! Sir! Mr. Sean Lecter is back! A girl saved him and brought him home! Hurry, come quickly!”

In a flash, servants and bodyguards rushed out, followed by an elegant couple—likely Sean’s parents.

“I just found him on the street. No need to thank me.” Winifred turned to leave.

Diane Lecter, Sean’s mother, hurried forward. “Miss, wait! Please, don’t go! You saved my son—we don’t know how to thank you!”

Winifred replied, “No need.”

“Miss, you don’t understand. He’s our only son, and you’re our family’s savior. Please, come inside! We’ll do anything to repay you,” Diane pleaded.

Diane did everything she could to persuade Winifred to stay. Winifred immediately sensed something was amiss. She thought, ‘In this situation, any normal parent would rush to their son’s side—so why are they so focused on a stranger? Something’s wrong.’

Winifred narrowed her eyes. “Cut to the chase. If you have something to say, just say it.”

They hadn’t expected Winifred to see through them so quickly.

Diane grabbed her hand, her eyes desperate. “Miss, I know what I’m about to say might sound crazy, but it’s true. Not long ago, a priest told us my son was fated for disaster—doomed to die unless a girl saved him. So please, I beg you, don’t go. Just stay a little longer, okay?”