Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling Chapter 111: Wariness

"It’s alright. Have so crullers."

Adrian took out a bag of brown sugar crullers. The rich aroma of brown sugar wafted into their noses. Old Master Tate and Rosalind stared, their eyes wide, and swallowed involuntarily.

"There’s candy, too. Don’t try to save it. We’ll just buy more when it’s gone."

Adrian produced another pack of candy, his tone confident. Old Master Tate’s eyes lit up with excitent, but Rosalind looked worried. "We should still save it. We don’t know when your father will co for us."

"We’ll just earn more when the money runs out. There’s no need to be frugal."

Adrian wolfed down his rice, his tone resolute. He planned to have Old Master Tate teach him how to develop photos that night, and then he would go to Vessaria to sell them. The only problem was the distance. It was about fifteen miles from Millstone Peak to Vessaria, and with no bus service, he would have to walk, which was far too ti-consuming.

But as long as he could earn money, any hardship was worth it. With money, he could buy more books and build up his initial capital. He was confident that he could amass a greater fortune than the Hawthorne family, all by himself.

Rosalind was no longer worried. She unwrapped a piece of candy and ate it. She had blind faith in her husband and son. Even if they told her the most outlandish tales, she would believe them without a shred of doubt.

After bolting down his dinner, Adrian carried the day’s haul over to Old Master Tate’s place. He dumped all the tattered old books onto the floor, and a musty sll filled the room. But the old master’s eyes shone with excitent. He threw himself onto the floor, absolutely ecstatic.

"Dream of the Red Chamber... Romance of the Three Kingdoms... You even have a copy of ’The Wealth of Nations’! And it’s an original edition! Where did you find all these treasures?"

"A scrapyard. All this was only two dollars, and it ca with a purple sandalwood stool. It’s just that the books are missing a few pages and the stool is missing a leg," Adrian said with a smile.

"Missing just a few pages isn’t a big deal. Two dollars is an incredible bargain! And the stool?"

The old master grew even more excited. He didn’t really care about the purple sandalwood stool, but he asked about it casually since he noticed Adrian hadn’t brought it with him.

"The little Thorne girl found the stool. She thought it had a strangely pleasant scent, so I had Patrick Thorne take it ho."

The old master laughed. "That little girl certainly has a nose for treasure, stumbling upon sothing so valuable just like that. Tell the Thorne family to keep it safe. In a few years, when tis are more peaceful, that stool will be worth a small fortune."

"Okay, I’ll tell them tomorrow. Tonight isn’t convenient."

Adrian nodded. He hadn’t said anything because Jacqueline was there tonight.

"There weren’t any outsiders tonight, so why was it inconvenient? That Clayton Xavier kid is a decent boy," the old master said, puzzled.

Besides Jacqueline and Clayton Xavier, the rest were all mbers of the Thorne family. The old master naturally assud Jacqueline was a good child, and he had interacted with Clayton Xavier a few tis and had a very good impression of him. If he weren’t afraid of attracting trouble, he would have even wanted to take Clayton Xavier as his student.

"It’s not Clayton. It’s Jacqueline."

The old master looked surprised but didn’t press the matter, waiting for Adrian to explain. Between the two children, he was naturally more inclined to believe Adrian.

Adrian explained what Jacqueline had done that day, including the ambiguous relationship between her mother, Phoenix Golding, and Felix Thorne. He didn’t hide a single detail. The old master’s brow furrowed more and more tightly.

’Even though it was a small thing, it speaks volus about her character. If Jacqueline can lie over a few cents, she’ll definitely sche when it cos to bigger things. People without principles are extrely dangerous, because you never know when they’ll stab you in the back.’

The old master had suffered his share of betrayals over the years, mostly from "friends" just like that.