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?”

was met with the sight

other than her

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

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

hesitation, she nodded

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

there.

was the weak friend Dalton had been so worried

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

foot still planted on Ewan, Wynter greeted casually, “Is this your

“I brought him

and greeted him with a casual “Hi.” Her attitude toward the paying client

couldn’t help but feel

or not to

take the troublemakers away,

and chuckled lightly. “No need, just a

matter,” everyone understood it was

gave Ewan another kick. “Dare to come back again?” she

only

you just going

longer have a mother–son relationship,” Margaret said. She let out a sigh and turned to Wynter. “Wynter, let them

wearing a

expression darkened as she shot Wynter

act upon it. Instead, she silently

the troubles recently, the Scotts could

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quieted, likely

a moment’s hesitation, she nodded in

in from Emstia, couldn’t

was the weak

help but doubt his grasp of the local