How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 113

This time, Winifred didn't take the bus. She hailed a cab, partly because her head was still throbbing and partly because One Pinehill Residences was quite a distance from her apartment.

When they arrived, Yvan led her into the building and took the elevator straight to the penthouse on the 28th floor.

One Pinehill Residences was one of Zion's newest luxury developments, featuring full-floor residences. Winifred knew that apartments here started at prices that commanded millions, a world beyond what an ordinary person like her could ever imagine.

As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a floor-to-ceiling glass wall offering a breathtaking, panoramic river view.

The apartment was easily over three thousand square feet, decorated in a minimalist style that exuded an air of understated elegance.

The style suited Yvan perfectly, but for Winifred, it felt like Cinderella stepping into the royal palace—she was completely out of her element.

Noticing her hesitation, Yvan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Winifred wrung her hands. "Sorry to impose."

"It's no imposition at all. This place is so big, having another person here will liven it up," he said, walking further inside. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."

Winifred followed Yvan into a bedroom.

He set down her bag. "Is your head still bothering you? Do you want to lie down for a bit?"

"Yes, please," Winifred nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave you to rest. Just call me if you need anything. I'll be right outside."

After Yvan left, Winifred took in her surroundings.

The bedroom was spacious, with a full en-suite bathroom. An entire wall was made of glass, offering the same stunning river view.

The duvet cover and sheets on the bed were a masculine gray-and-blue plaid.

Yvan settled into a wicker chair and tapped his cigarette ash into a crystal ashtray. "You can just tell me over the phone, Mr. Johnson. I'm afraid I'm not available at the moment."

Zebulon chuckled. "Well, Yvan, it's about Cornelia. She was taken in by the police last night. I only just found out that my wayward daughter was involved in this illegal activity behind my back. She's caused so much trouble for Dr. Spencer and tarnished the reputation of Zion Medical Center. I'm absolutely furious with her!"

Yvan scoffed but remained silent.

Zebulon had no choice but to continue. "Yvan, I truly had no idea Dr. Spencer was your girlfriend. Cornelia made a mistake and deserves to be punished, but it was a moment of sheer foolishness. I know you're acquainted with Mr. Perez. I was hoping you could put in a good word with him, ask him to be lenient?"

He wasn't lying. When the police had shown up to take Cornelia away, Zebulon was blindsided by the news of her actions.

As the hospital director, he had been vaguely aware of the public harassment campaign against Winifred.

But he hadn't paid it much mind.