Chapter 749

Chapter 749:

The situation spiraled into chaos, with some defending Patty’s actions while others labeled her delusional, claiming Waylon never liked her to begin with.

In the end, Hunt Group’s business took a hit, while the Black family saw a sharp rise in their fortunes.

Soon, Madisyn and Andrew arrived at the grand entrance of the Black family’s mansion.

The mansion, perched elegantly on the hillside with a blend of soft gray and white hues, exuded an air of timeless sophistication—a reflection of a family that had held its place for generations.

As they approached the gate, a security guard stepped forward, his tone polite yet firm. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Why don’t you ask Miss Black if she’s pleased with the business I sent her way?” Madisyn replied smoothly.

The guard blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before he moved to make the call. After a few moments, he returned with a more formal air. “Miss Black extends her invitation, but we don’t allow visitors’ vehicles into the mansion. Please step out of your car.”

Madisyn raised an eyebrow at the subtle power play.

Andrew casually remarked, “Well, if Miss Black isn’t keen on welcoming us properly, we’re happy to leave.”

The guard’s face tightened. Realizing they were serious, he quickly relayed the message.

Inside the mansion’s study, Sonya Black, who had been quietly reading, lifted an eyebrow at the report.

“Since they’re such honored guests, let’s show them the proper courtesy. Have them brought in with our car,” she instructed smoothly.

Clearly, these two were more formidable than she had anticipated.

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At the entrance, the guard relayed Sonya’s message and swiftly arranged a car to escort them. Madisyn and Andrew stepped out of their vehicle and settled into the Black family’s sleek ride. As they made their way through the estate, they couldn’t help but notice the distinctiveness of the mansion’s grounds.

Instead of the typical display of exotic flowers, the Black family’s courtyard was filled with towering, ancient trees, each a relic of centuries past. The rows of these majestic trees stood tall and orderly, their thick canopies casting dappled shadows on the perfectly manicured grounds. The atmosphere was serene yet carried a touch of something almost haunting beneath its tranquility.

The car came to a halt before a stately house.

From the outside, it looked simple yet imposing. But the interior was understated luxury, with light gray tones that radiated a quiet, restrained elegance—exactly what one would expect from a family with a legacy that spanned generations.

“Welcome, my esteemed guests,” Sonya greeted them with a warm smile as she descended the staircase, her white shawl draped effortlessly around her shoulders, giving her an air of grace and poise.

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