How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 139

Just as Winifred stepped out of the villa, her phone rang with a call from Patrick. "Winifred, where are you? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"I'm fine now," Winifred said quickly. "It's all sorted out. You don't need to come pick me up; I'll just grab a cab."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Winifred said, flagging down a taxi. "I'm in the cab now."

"Alright then," Patrick said, not pressing the issue. "Call me if you need anything. I don't always see texts right away."

"Okay, thanks."

Winifred hung up and told the driver, "To Havenbrook, please."

Not far away, Owen sat in a flamboyant yellow Maserati, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile.

He took out his phone. "Polo, I need you to run a background check on someone for me."

...

Back at their table, Todd sighed and leaned toward Yvan's ear. "I don't get it. How is Winifred so different from before? She looks so delicate, but her heart is made of stone. I laid it all out for her, and she didn't even bat an eye."

"What did you say to her?" Yvan asked, eyeing him warily.

"Nothing much, just mentioned how you took care of that online harassment campaign against her," Todd said, rubbing his nose. "But she barely reacted. Just told me to pass on her thanks to you."

Yvan scoffed. "She's always been an ingrate."

How many times had he helped her, only for her to accuse him of not doing enough?

"She's taking your kindness for granted," Todd said. "Yvan, have you ever thought about trying a different approach? If you're always good to her, she'll never appreciate it. Why not try playing hard to get? Give her the cold shoulder for a while, and she'll start remembering all the good things about you."

Yvan felt a bitter taste in his mouth. If playing hard to get actually worked, she would have contacted him at some point in the last seven years.

He lit a cigarette. "Where is she?"

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