The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 139 The Puzzle of Wynter Identity

Standing next to the car, Ewan’s impatience grew. He couldn’t wait any longer and was about to venture into the alley to search for Larry.

However, Ewan was not dumb. Seeing Larry make such a grand entrance when he entered earlier, he knew it would’ve drawn some attention.

Thus, he decided to ask Susan and Warren if they knew where Larry had gone. If that didn’t work, he would go straight to Margaret and ask her instead!

Before Ewan could step inside, his attention was drawn to Jerry, who was standing outside. the barbecue shop. To his surprise, Larry was seated at a table by the window.

Growing up, Ewan had frequented this modest shop himself. But seeing someone like Larry here was unexpected and out of place.

Unbeknownst to Ewan, the choice of venue was orchestrated by Wynter, who valued convenience above all else.

“More meat. Wolf loves it,” she insisted.

Larry’s smile was almost ingratiating. “Bring us 20 plates of mutton!”

Wolf gestured with a hand that indicated the number five.

Wynter calmly ordered, “Make it 50 plates.”

quickly complied.

“Boss, it’s truly remarkable how accommodating Wolf is when you’re

simply nodded without delving

sleeves and handed her the utensils. “Boss, Wolf seems

with me.”

didn’t even playfully

to be a different

too quickly. His nutrition couldn’t keep

shocked. “What do

Wynter remarked casually as she tied her black hair into

order for a plate of mutton before glancing outside. “Larry, you’ve brought

Wolf stopped eating and tried

your meal, then prepare some noodles for Grandma. She prefers them without meat, so add an egg and boil the noodles

was conveniently obscured by a wall from Ewan’s view outside. All he could discern was Larry attentively

who it was that could be important enough to compel Larry to

as he yearned to

the shamelessness of Ewan, who had apparently followed

didn’t want to see him, so without hesitation, Jerry stepped forward to intercept him. “Mr. Yates, what do you think you’re doing?”