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

Chapter 146 Meeting Mr. Yarwood

Wynter’s kick struck brutally, leaving Ewan bloodied and sprawled on the ground.

Wanda, trembling with fear, dared not speak a word.

Wynter’s eyes simmered with anger as she half–bent to lift him up. She said, “I never wanted to resort to violence in front of Grandma, but someone like you truly deserves it.”

Ewan cowered. He cast a desperate glance at Margaret and begged, “Mom, do something, please!”

“Only now you decide to call her ‘Mom‘?” Wynter’s eyes blazed with crimson fury as she lifted his face. “When you tossed Grandma out, did you conveniently forget she’s your

mother?”

“Thud!” Wynter’s next blow reverberated like thunder. The tangible hostility emanating from her sent shivers of dread down the entire alleyway.

Being by Margaret’s side, she had suppressed her emotions for too long, always putting on a

facade.

She wasn’t exactly a saint to begin with, and this sudden outburst shook everyone to the

core.

Downstairs at the Chamber of Commerce, Wolf stopped next to Larry.

Before Larry could ask anything, Wolf looked up, and his eyes returned to their usual color.

In the rugged terrain of Southdale’s deep mountains, a dark omen unfolded as a flock of ravens soared ominously toward the city, ecl*psing the once bright sky.

Wanda’s hands shook as she reached for her phone to call the police. “You’re going to kill

him!” she exclaimed.

Wynter’s gaze narrowed as she was poised to strike.

Out of nowhere, a cold, pale hand delicately enclosed her wrist, suffused with the soothing scent of medicine. A voice, cold yet melodious, reached her ears, “Has someone been mistreating you?”

turned, she was met with the sight of a face so impeccably

other

his skin akin to moonlit snow, and his eyes held depths as profound as ancient chants,

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with him, her once tumultuous heart gradually quieted, likely soothed

moment’s hesitation, she nodded

Emstia, couldn’t help but wonder who

there.

this was the weak friend

doubt his grasp of the local language as he

on Ewan, Wynter

of,” Dalton replied, “I brought him

with a casual “Hi.” Her attitude toward the paying client was consistently

help but feel somewhat intimidated

or not to

troublemakers away, “Dalton interjected

and chuckled lightly. “No need, just a family matter,”

simple words, “family matter,” everyone understood it was best not

Ewan another kick. “Dare

only

glared at Margaret and scolded, “Mom, are you just going to stand there and watch your son get

longer have a mother–son relationship,” Margaret said. She let out a

a

darkened as she

Instead, she silently helped Ewan

Scotts could easily handle someone like

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heart gradually quieted, likely soothed by

a moment’s hesitation, she nodded

flown in from Emstia, couldn’t help but wonder who was

the weak friend Dalton had

help but doubt his grasp of the local language as he