Chapter 92 The Culprit.

A considerate amount of time had passed since the whistle for hunting break went off. Eleanor watched as her granddaughter interacted with her father, smiling widely after her commendable return and catch. The elderly woman had never know Vivian had it in her to capture a moving target and to do it on her own alone, that certainly surpassed her expectation.

As if feeling her grandmother’s eyes on her, the brunette turned around and with a wide smile, and waved her way. The elderly woman waved back before turning her attention to the person beside her.

“Hope our family hunt is treating you well, Mr. Bianchi?”

“Certainly!” The elderly man chirped as he took a sip from his glass of refreshing juice. He let out a groan of satisfaction before turning to face Eleanor. “It has surpassed whatever rumors have been building in the outside world for decades.”

Eleanor chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that, but please, be sure to keep whatever happens here a secret.”

“Does that grant me another ticket