Chapter 870


    Jasmine smiled. “Now this is the Serenity I know.”


    After parking her bike, Jasmine went to move the disy racks out with Serenity.


    “Did Mr. York bother you afterward?” Jasmine asked with concern.


    While dusting off the racks, Serenity replied, “Do you think he would let me breathe and cool down for a


    few days?”


    “Nope.”


    Jasmine added, “Just turn a blind eye so long as he doesn’t cross the line by knocking you out and


    putting you under house arrest likest time. Mr. York is distressed and scared to lose you.”


    Serenity was without a word.


    Seeing that Serenity was not in the mood for a rtionship chat, Jasmine took the hint and stopped


    diving into the topic.


    “Ah, the shop’s finally open. Serenity. Serenity.”


    The voice from the door was one to dig under Serenity’s skin. Old Mr. Hunt, leading his group of sons


    and grandsons, walked not the shop with big smiles.


    “Serenity.”


    Old Mr. Hunt beamed, looking at Serenity as if she was a goldmine. Man, he was blinded by the


    shimmering gold.


    It never urred to him that his granddaughter would be so lucky. Serenity was a nobody, and all she


    had was her sister. Yet, the girl managed to bag herself a rich husband. What a lucky girl!


    These were the Yorks, the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon!


    His grandson told him that the Yorks were worth billions.


    Billions!


    Old Mr. Hunt had to use a calctor to make out exactly how many zeros there were.


    With his son and grandson egging him on, Old Mr. Hunt could not keep it together anymore. He and his


    offspring made haste to the city to demand money from Serenity. Um… Hang on. It was to reunite with


    his granddaughter.


    Of course, it would be better if the reconciliation came with money as well.


    Serenity could leave him crumbs, and it would be enough for Old Mr. Hunt to livefortably until the


    day he died.


    “Mike, John, bring in the local produce for Serenity.”


    Old Mr. Hunt happily told his grandson before turning to Serenity. “I brought you some local produce,


    Serenity. Don’t think of it as tacky. It tastes like home. It’s your parents‘ favorite food when they were


    still around.”


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    Serenity furrowed her brows.


    Hank alerted her sisterst night that the money–hungry wolves were in town.


    Serenity thought their first pitstop would be York Corporation to look for Zachary.


    Knowing her granddad, Serenity imagined Old Mr. Hunt would rush to y the part of a grandfather to


    the heir of the Yorks.


    “Thanks, but I can get my own food if I want it,” Serenity faintly responded as she approached with a


    duster.


    Old Mr. Hunt went on to sit down behind the cash register.


    Serenity whacked the duster on the table, scaring the old man. Observing the look on Serenity’s face,


    Old Mr. Hunt reluctantly came out from behind the cash register and pulled a chair to sit. He said to


    Serenity, “Your grandmom is doing well, Serenity. I don’t need to be with her 24/7. I’ll work the cash


    register for you. I’m old, so I can’t help with the heavy stuff, but I can handle the money.


    “That reminds me. Your uncles, cousins, and I haven’t had breakfast since we rushed over. Is there


    anything to eat in your shop? Can you make us something, or at least order us some takeaway?”


    “Granddad, I ordered takeaway. The delivery should arrive any minute,” John chimed in.


    Granddad was used to ordering Serenity around, but thetter was now the wife of a wealthy heir.


    Since they had not buried the hatchet, there was no way Serenity was going to cook for them.