Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 737

Adeline didn't seem to notice their momentary shock and continued in a steady, unhurried tone. "Because of that startup capital, the Sawyer Family managed to survive the crisis."

She looked up, meeting Hudson's eyes. "So, the Ivory Pill should currently be in the hands of the Winslow Family."

Hudson lowered his gaze, his thumb slowly tracing the rim of his teacup.

After all this running around, the Ivory Pill had ended up right back in Northampton.

And with the Winslows, no less...

"Mr. Lancaster..."

Seeing Hudson remain silent for so long, Adeline felt a spike of anxiety. She wet her lips and pressed on, "I know this information isn't a massive bargaining chip, so I won't be greedy. I only hope that you can help the Sawyers open some doors in San Francisco... act as a guide for us..."

Hudson raised an eyebrow. 'Older ginger is spicier,' as the saying went.

Adeline had revealed the pill's location first, then stated her price, clearly displaying her sincerity.

She was also making her position clear—whether the information was worth her asking price was entirely up to Hudson.

Hudson set down his teacup and looked up. "Deal."

Adeline instantly beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Lancaster."

Standing nearby, Spencer secretly let out a massive sigh of relief.

His grandmother truly was brilliant!

With just one piece of information, she had convinced the formidable Hudson Lancaster to act as their guide and open up the San Francisco market...

She had effortlessly solved the biggest obstacle facing their business!

"Since that's settled, we won't intrude any longer..." Hudson said.

He didn't linger. He stood up with Nora and took his leave.

"I'll see you out..."

Once outside the Sawyer estate, Hudson led Nora into the car.

It wasn't until the car merged into the flowing traffic that Nora turned to look at him. "Where are we going next?"

"Northampton."

Hudson leaned back against the seat. "We need to find Jude Winslow first."

...

By the time their private jet took off from Chicago, the sky had already grown dark.

Three hours later, the plane touched down in Northampton.

The night was thick and heavy.

Hudson and Nora didn't go straight to the hotel. Instead, Hudson called Jude immediately.

When Jude's phone rang, he was holed up in his study, staring blankly at a philosophy book.

He had barely stepped out of the house over the past few days.

The entire Winslow household had silently agreed not to bother him.

Moreover, no one in the family dared to mention the newly found Fairchild heiress. It was as if they had collectively agreed to erase her name from every conversation.

He knew his family was worried about his feelings.

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