“Are you the general manager here, Miss Thornton?”

Gerald couldn’t hide his shocked expression as he posed Wynn the question. With just a glance at her demeanor, he felt her overbearing female presence, and never before had he felt an aura as potent as this.

“Why? Do I not seem like one to you?”

Wynn drove along, smirking as she looked at Gerald through the rear-view mirror.

“Oh, by the way, you should stop referring to me as ‘miss.’ It makes me sound old. Since I’m only ten years older than you, just call me by my name!”

Wynn frowned, looking grumpy.

“Alright then, I won’t call you Miss Thornton anymore!” Gerald nodded.

“Pfft!”

Wynn somehow seemed amused by Gerald’s reply, and she let out a hearty laugh.

Gerald initially wanted to have a conversation about Wynn and her family, thanks to a lingering doubt that had been floating at the back of his mind for a while—Minnie’s last name was Thornton.

It made Gerald wonder if Wynn had brought up the child all by herself.

But since