Chapter 799

Will already admired Gordon Sylvester, and after hearing his words, his
admiration only grew.
Of course!
A genius is a genius.
He had seen “Strolling Down Wall Street” as just a finance book, but Gordon
could see techniques for pursuing women in its pages.
“Thank you, Master Ninth. I’ll let you know once I’ve won her over.”
“Good luck.”
“Thank you.”
After ending the video call, Will immediately summoned Ham and relayed Gordon’s exact words to him.
Ham nodded. “Understood. I’ll get right on it.”
Will then added, “Oh, and keep an eye on Freya Gonzales’s movements for the next few days.”
Since he was going to pursue Caitlin Kensington, he naturally had to keep track of her whereabouts at all times.
Ham nodded again.
Palmer Castle.
At that moment, Mrs. Palmer was watering flowers in the garden.
It had been a long time since she had the leisure for such a peaceful activity.
Brock approached her.
“Mom.”
Mrs. Palmer turned to look at Brock. “What is it?”
Brock continued, “You forgot to drink your afternoon tonic.”
As he spoke, Brock handed the bowl in his hands to Mrs. Palmer.
Mrs. Palmer took the bowl and said with a smile, “You came all this way just to bring me a tonic?” Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on
Brock seemed a little too attentive today. Something felt off.
After all, bringing her a tonic was a task that could easily be done by the castle’s
staff. There was no need for Brock to do it himself.
Besides, Brock had just recovered and had a lot on his plate.
“Yes,” Brock nodded. “It’s only right for a son to bring his mother her tonic.”
Hearing this, Mrs. Palmer didn’t overthink it. She took the bowl and drank all of the tonic inside.
Brock looked at the flowers in the garden. “Mom, you take such good care of them.”
Mrs. Palmer chuckled. “What do you mean, I take care of them? This is all the gardeners’ work. I just found some time to water them today! Brock, is there something you want to talk to me about?”
“Not at all,” Brock said, shaking his head.
Mrs. Palmer looked at Brock, feeling that something wasn’t quite right. “Aren’t you busy today?”
“Not busy,” Brock replied.
“Well, even if you aren’t, I am,” Mrs. Palmer said, handing the empty bowl to a nearby maid. “I have plans to see an opera with the Countess this afternoon, and i need to get my makeup done now.”
With that, Mrs. Palmer turned to leave.
“Mom, wait a second.” Brock grew anxious and hurried to catch up with her.
Mrs. Palmer paused. “Is there something else?”
Instead of answering directly, Brock asked, “Don’t you have something you want to say to me?”
Mrs. Palmer was utterly confused.
“What would I have to say?” she asked, finding his question bizarre. “I don’t have anything to say to you!”
“Yes, you do,” Brock insisted confidently.
“No,” Mrs. Palmer shook her head, “I don’t.”
Brock looked at his mother. “Why don’t you think about it again?”
Mrs. Palmer shook her head again. “There’s nothing, really.”
“No, you really do!”
At this point, Mrs. Palmer was losing her patience. She looked at Brock and said, “If you’re not going to say what’s on your mind, I’m really leaving!
She had no time to play guessing games with him.
“Don’t go.” Left with no choice, Brock grabbed Mrs. Palmer’s sleeve and sighed.
“Alright! It’s me. I have something to tell you.”
“Then say it,” Mrs. Palmer said, watching her son expectantly.