Chapter 42
True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules
In the Bryant family, Springer was always synonymous with being a loose cannon.
anyone rubbed him the wrong way, it didnât matter who you were, heâd give you a piece of his mind, and thatâs saying something because the person he was currently dressing down wasnât even a Bryant, Quincy, found himself being dressed down by a kid barely into his teens. His face turned several shades of red, a mix of anger and humiliation. Still, he tried to maintain the dignity befitting a Henderson, his brows knotted as he questioned. âAnd just who might you be? Iâm having a private conversation with my sister. Havenât you heard of privacy?â
That condescending, almost parental tone only made Springerâs lip twitch with irritation.
Springer couldnât stand being lectured, except maybe by Bacchus and his uncle. Anyone else rying to boss him around would get an earful on the spot.
âShe ainât your sister! Sheâs a Bryant now, and weâre her true family members. Look, thatâs also he cousin!â Pointing at Hobson, Springer retorted, âWhat kind of brother does that make you? Stop trying to claim relatives where there ainât none!â
Upstairs, Hobson was speechless. Why drag me into your mess?
Springer didnât care what Hobson thought. He unleashed his full fury on Quincy. âI could hear you from upstairs yammering on about how âweâre not mad, weâve been good to you.â Who are you trying to kid?! With that lame act, you think you can pull one over on the Bryant family? Winnie might be gullible, but the rest of us ainât fools!â
Winnie felt assaulted by Springer.
Springer hadnât heard the whole conversation, but heâd caught enough to get the gist.
The Henderson family were here begging for Winnieâs help, acting all high and mighty. Winnie might put up with it, but Springer sure wouldnât.
He continued. âYour family have had your sights set across the pond and now youâre here putting on a family act? You canât fool me, let alone someone as cold and ruthless as Winnie. You think you can deceive her with these cheap tricks?â
Winnie was speechless. Thatâs the second time. She was sure Springer was assaulting her!
Springer exploded, disgustedly picking up the bracelet from the box on the table.
âReally? A cheap bracelet is your idea of a favor? Seriously, who are you trying to offend here?â
Blazing with fury, Springer was about to fling that bracelet across the room.
Winnieâs face finally changed. With a swift flick of her fingers toward Springer, a surge of energy hit his raised hand Springerâs arm went numb, and for a moment, he couldnât move it. Suddenly, Winnie, previously 13 12:46 bounding on an armchair, was by his side in two swift steps, snatching the bracelet from his grasa Her sharp gaze bore into him. She bad barely recovered that bracelet, and this bullheaded fool had almost destroyed it.
Winnie was sure Springer did it on purpose.
Now. Springer stood there, dumbfounded. His arm had been frozen, but as soon as Winnie took the bracelet, it was fine again! He didnât doubt for a second that Winnie was behind it!
Upstairs, Hobson was equally shocked. Springer might not have seen clearly, but Hobson had the high ground, the perfect vantage point to witness Winnieâs movements.
In just two strides, she had covered the threeâmeter distance, bypassing the table without so much as a wobble. Did she know some kind of martial arts?
Quincy, on the other hand, wasnât as impressed as Springer and Hobson. He had been watching Springer and was almost hoping to see the bracelet break.
To him, even though it was a family heirloom, if it broke in Springerâs hands, he could blame the Bryant family and demand reparations. They could even press the Bryant family to compensate for any business losses the Henderson family suffered because of them.
Ah, what a missed opportunity. Why didnât he just drop It? Quincy looked at Springer, a tinge of regret in his eyes.
Winnie caught Quincyâs expression, her face cooling further. âIf thereâs nothing else, you should leave,â she said.
Quincy turned back to Winnie, his face a mix of frustration and helplessness, âWinnie, I really consider you part of the family. Why must you be so cold? Canât you even listen to your own brotherâs request?â
Hearing Quincy call himself âbrotherâ again grated on Springer, who was about to let loose another barrage, but Winnie spoke first, her voice calm yet probing âDo you still the amulet I gave you?â
Her question, seemingly out of left field, made Springer and Quincy pause. Quincy took a second to realize what amulet she was referring to.
It was a piece sheâd carved two years ago when she took gem sculpting and had given it to him as a keepsake. She had told him to keep it with him at all times.
Quincy had nodded and said all the right things then, but as soon as she turned away, heâd tossed the plain amulet aside like it was nothing Quincy hadnât seen the amulet since that day.
âWhatâs with the sudden interest?â he asked, furrowing his brow, not feeling the slightest bit guilty.
But Winnieâs gaze was fixed on his injured arm and with a knowing smile, she said, âLooks like itâs gone She hadnât told him when she gave it to him, but the amulet was actually a protective charm sheâd crafted herself. The car accident heâd been in was due to the negative energy clinging to Kathryn. Had he been wearing the amulet, even a crash wouldnât have left him injured.
But there he was, with a broken arm, which meant lost the amulet sheâd with her own hands. And still, he had the nerve to claim he saw her as family It was laughable, really.
âWinnieâ¦â Quincy began, clearly wanting to explain. But Winnie cut him off, no longer interested in hearing excuses. âIf Kathryn wants to sort out her issues, she can come to me herself. As for the rest of you, keep your distance from her if you donât want any more bad luck.â
At her words, Quincyâs face darkened, and Winnie added, âTake it or leave it, this is my final. piece of advice.â
Without waiting for a reply, she picked up the bracelet and headed upstairs, leaving the side room. Yes, she took the bracelet as compensation for that last piece of advice.
Quincy was taken aback by her abrupt departure and tried to follow, but Springer blocked his path and called out loudly, âButler! Show him out!â
The butler appeared almost instantly, his face adorned with a practiced smile.
Escorting guests out was something he knew all too well.
Quincy was ushered out of the Bryant family home, and once the irritating presence was gone, Springer dashed upstairs.
He had a score to settle with Winnie.