Serenity, Liberty, Mrs. Stone, and the others were on their way to the Hunts’ hometown when Old Mr. Hunt brought his sons and two grandsons to Wiltspoon School. Here they were to talk cash with Serenity again.
Old Mr. Hunt refused to believe the Yorks were unfazed by all the big hoo-ha the Hunts stirred in the last few days.
Serenity might be feeling the pressure now.
Alas, they arrived at Wiltspoon School only to find that Serenity’s bookshop was closed.
“Why isn’t it operating for business? It’s eight o’clock. It says here they open at eight.”
Getting out of the car, Old Mr. Hunt grimaced upon noticing the shop was closed. He ran his mouth and called Serenity out for being a lousy businessperson.
Mike looked at the shops around and said, “Granddad, it’s Saturday today. The school is off. These shops target students as customers. They won’t bother opening when the school is closed.”
Old Mr. Hunt mumbled, “The brat usually stays open on the weekend. She thinks she’s all t
