Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier)

After taking a deep breath, Winnie retorted, “Mr. Horton, I’ll be the one to judge whether my method

works or not. If you behave similarly and go back on your word after our discussion to work together,

then I don’t see the point in visiting your laboratory today.”

With that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Upon seeing the scene unfold in front of them, Harold’s subordinate immediately aimed his gun at the

back of Winnie’s head.

Feeling amused, Winnie slowly turned around and stared Harold in the eye.

“Do you think I’m someone who fears death, Mr. Horton? If I did, I wouldn’t have gone into this line!”

The next second, Winnie launched her attack.

By the time Harold and his subordinates realized what was happening, Winnie was already clutching

the gun previously aimed at her.

More than ten seconds later, she expertly took the gun apart and dropped its parts all over the ground.

For the first time, Harold was no longer smiling as he gestured for the rest of his subordinates to put

their guns down.

“Are you that determined to get Chris here?”

To his surprise, Winnie chuckled. “Why do you still not get it, Mr. Horton? I couldn’t care less about

Chris or anyone else, for that matter. All I want is for you to keep your promise.”

Even though Harold was impressed by Winnie’s courage in the face of danger and her ability to

dismantle a gun, he also couldn’t deny that he was shocked at her temper.

How is she so calm and impulsive at the same time? More importantly, why would she lose her cool

over a man? Then again, I guess people with such feisty personalities are much better than those who

keep to themselves.

“I want someone to get Chris here this instance! Even if he refuses, do whatever it takes to haul him

over!” Harold ordered before smiling and turning to Winnie. “Will this do, Ms. Vivian? Rest assured that

I, Harold Horton, would never go back on my word. I merely assumed you had lost interest in Chris

after last night.”

Winnie curled her lips into a half smile. “I know this is your territory, Mr. Horton, but now that we’re

working together, I’d prefer it if you stopped making assumptions.”

“Very well, then,” Harold replied without missing a beat. “I’ve given you my promise, so it’s only right

that I do as you say.”

Winnie simply hummed in acknowledgment and said nothing more.

Not long after, Christopher appeared and strode toward Harold.

He frowned when he noticed Winnie but quickly recomposed himself.

Unfortunately, that action of his didn’t go unnoticed by the eagle-eyed Harold.

“Hey, Hal. You were looking for me?” Christopher asked.

Harold’s expression turned serious as he patted the man’s shoulder.

“As you know, Ms. Vivian’s safety is of the utmost importance to us. Given your skills and reflexes,

you’re the only one I can trust to protect her. That’s why I want you to accompany her on this trip. Do

whatever it takes to keep her safe even if it means taking a bullet for her. Do you understand?”

Christopher pursed his lips and refused to answer. Oh, come on! I know Harold’s only bullsh*tting me!

Not wanting to waste any more time, Harold hugged Christopher and whispered into his ear, “Hey, I’ll

make it up to you, pal.”

Upon hearing that, Christopher sucked in a deep breath and finally spoke. “Okay. I’ll do my best to

protect Ms. Vivian for you, Hal.”

“Good,” Harold said as he smiled and patted Christopher on his arm. “Go on, then. You and Ms. Vivian

will be riding in that jeep.”

“All right!” Christopher said before walking toward Winnie, who was leaning casually against the jeep.

Winnie couldn’t help but narrow her eyes when she saw the man approaching.

When Christopher told Winnie to put on her hood, she gave a derisive snort and slapped him hard

across the face, much to everyone’s horror.

Since they were putting on an act in front of Harold, Winnie made sure to use a lot of strength, to the

point where blood started trickling down Christopher’s lips.

Harold winced at the sight of it, but Christopher remained silent.

“You’re an ungrateful sc*mbag!” Winnie scolded before grabbing the hood and climbing into the jeep.

As soon as she wore her hood, Harold walked toward Christopher and gave him a comforting look.

Christopher, on the contrary, glared at Winnie with pure hatred and disgust.

When Harold saw how the two of them hated each other with a vengeance, any doubts that he used to

have about their relationship were now completely gone.

Just like that, the two enemies got into the same jeep.

Christopher, too, had to follow the rules by wearing a thick hood that obscured his vision.

However, since they were in an open-top jeep, there was still a lot of space and freedom for Winnie to

pull her little tricks.

Furthermore, she had Christopher shielding and covering for her, which helped facilitate her efforts

even more.

Winnie had long pierced holes in the honey-filled condom, but thanks to the excellent seal integrity, the

honey would only seep out when the condom was squeezed.

That, as it turned out, was what Winnie was doing.

Letting the honey drip onto the grass would undoubtedly attract swarms of ants, and given how thick

the honey was, it’d take quite some time before the ants could finish consuming it.

Therefore, no matter how many detours Harold took in the mountains, the ants would always leave a

trail that one could track over time.

Along the way, Winnie decided to communicate with Christopher through morse code as she continued

squeezing the honey out.

Even though there were many variations of morse code, Christopher and Winnie had come up with a

new decoding method when the latter first arrived at Harold’s.

In other words, they now had an exclusive set of codes that were more efficient and easier to decode.

Since Christopher’s task was to memorize the route, Winnie knew that was the first thing she had to

ask: Are your men in place? The ant trail will only last so long. There’s no time to lose.

Christopher: Don’t worry. They’ve been hiding in the mountains since last night.

Winnie: All right. By the way, I’m sorry for hitting you again earlier.

Christopher: It’s okay. It didn’t hurt at all.

After many twists and turns, the car finally rolled to a stop.

Winnie figured they must have arrived at the factory, which meant there was a possibility of getting

another body search.

That, however, didn’t faze her. After all, she had already stuffed the used condom into her innerwear.

The small and thin piece of rubber was difficult enough to be seen by the naked eye, and she was sure

the machines wouldn’t be able to detect it either.

Once the body search was over, Harold finally removed Winnie’s hood and led her into a two-storied

factory.

The second story had a sentry post, while the first story was like a warehouse that stored various raw

materials, including poppy flowers.

The laboratory was all the way down in the basement.

That said, the entrance to the basement was very well-hidden, and people who weren’t in the know

would never be able to find it.

It was such a secretive place that Harold didn’t even bring Christopher along, choosing instead to lead

Winnie to it with two bodyguards in tow.

The basement was dark and damp, and the security measures were even tighter than Winnie had

imagined.

The laboratory door was so thick that it was virtually impenetrable by ordinary bullets. A password was

required to open the door, and even then, one had to be in full protective gear before they were allowed

to enter.

Winnie followed Harold closely and soon arrived at a small surveillance room, where one had a clear

view of everything happening in the laboratory.

Two men were sitting inside, but because of their protective gear and gas masks, Winnie found it

impossible to make out their faces.

She wasn’t even sure if Riley was in the laboratory, but one thing she knew for sure was that he only

had one ear.

Determined to single him out from the crowd, Winnie began staring intently at the surveillance

monitors, to the point where Harold couldn’t help but arch his eyebrow in amusement.

“What are you looking at, Ms. Vivian? Are you interested in my goods? Don’t forget they only have a

ninety percent purity.”

Having been jolted out of her daze by Harold’s probing questions, Winnie frowned.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Horton? Are you insinuating that I want to steal your formula? The only

things I can see in this footage are your staff’s heads and hands. The drug names and dosages are

barely visible, so how on earth am I supposed to steal anything?”

“You’ve misunderstood me, Ms. Vivian. I was only joking,” Harold said with a chuckle. “Anyway, it’s time

for you to take center stage, Ms. Vivian. Let me have a look at your new product!”

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