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?”

the sight of a face

none other than her

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

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

a moment’s hesitation, she

Emstia, couldn’t help but

there.

was the weak friend Dalton had been

doubt his grasp of the local

one foot still planted on Ewan,

replied, “I brought him

to Smith and greeted him with a casual

Smith couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by her

not to

troublemakers away,

lifted her foot from where it had been on Ewan and chuckled

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

Ewan another kick. “Dare to come

only mumble

“Mom, are you just going to stand

mother–son relationship,” Margaret said. She let out a sigh and

wearing a smile,

as she shot Wynter a malicious

upon it. Instead, she silently helped Ewan up and left

Scotts could easily handle someone like

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

a moment’s hesitation, she nodded in

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

the weak friend Dalton had been so

doubt his grasp of the local language as he pondered