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?”

Wynter turned, she was met with the sight of

none other than her

demeanor exuded regality, his skin akin to moonlit snow, and his eyes held

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her once tumultuous heart gradually quieted, likely soothed by the calming essence of the

moment’s hesitation, she nodded in

in from Emstia,

there.

it appeared this was the weak friend Dalton

being Emstian, couldn’t help but doubt his grasp of the local language as he pondered which aspect of

Ewan, Wynter greeted casually, “Is this

of,” Dalton replied, “I brought

Smith and greeted him with a casual “Hi.” Her attitude toward

couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by her demeanor,

not to

take the troublemakers away,

been on Ewan and chuckled

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

“Dare to come

only mumble

you just going to stand there and watch

no longer have a mother–son relationship,” Margaret said. She let out a

a smile, obediently

she

upon it. Instead, she silently helped Ewan up and

the troubles recently, the Scotts could easily handle someone

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eyes with him, her once tumultuous heart gradually quieted, likely soothed by the calming essence

a moment’s hesitation,

Emstia, couldn’t

appeared this was the weak friend Dalton had been so

of the