Winnie parted her lips, drawing a shaky breath. "It's good that you know that."
The atmosphere cooled once more. She didn't want to linger in the awkwardness and quickly stepped into the bathroom.
The next afternoon, on the way back, Michael and Winnie were seen off by diplomats from Naraida who had arrived at the hotel.
The men were dressed in deep blue uniforms, looking more like military staff than diplomats.
Michael watched as Winnie handed over a set of documents, signed and sealed. After inspecting the materials, the men saluted her before allowing their convoy to depart.
Michael immediately sensed something was off. He grabbed Winnie's arm. "What… what did you just give them?"
A memory struck him. Winnie's mother had several state-level patents, including one that was far ahead of anything else in the world, carefully guarded by the Olson family.
Could Winnie have used something like that to exchange for his safe return?
"I said it's none of your business," Winnie replied sharply, frowning.
But Michael saw the slight hesitation in her expression and felt his suspicion harden. "Winnie, do you even know what you're doing?"
The only thing she could possibly trade was her mother's legacy. But those technologies weren't just personal—they involved national interests and the commercial operations of Goldmont City.
Winnie was usually reckless, doing whatever she pleased, consequences be damned. But on matters this serious, Michael could not stand by and let her act so carelessly.
"I'm saving you. I'm just returning a favor," Winnie said coldly.
"I'd rather you not owe me anything," Michael snapped, storming after the people who had just left.
Winnie hurried to keep up, unable to stop him, so she wrapped her arms around his narrow waist.



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