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

Chapter 166 Who’s That Messing with Dalton

Dalton’s gaze lingered on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce for a while before he replied with a meaningful smile, “I do indeed know Ms. Quinnell.”

Upon hearing his answer, Wynter narrowed her eyes, her demeanor turning somewhat dangerous.

She was wondering how much Mr. Yarwood had found out about her, and whether she needed to personally visit him to discuss matters.

Then, she heard the sound of fabric rustling, followed by the striking of a lighter from the other end of the phone. Perhaps Mr. Yarwood had risen to light a cigarette.

Dalton then said in a calm voice, “You saved my brother Anthony. I was in the car at that time, and Anthony kept asking to see you, so I sent him back to Kingbourne. I’ve always wanted to thank you personally, but my poor health condition prevented me from doing so.”

Sent Anthony back? “Thrown” seemed more appropriate from his tone though.

Nevertheless, it all made sense now. So, he was following her closely because she had saved his brother.

Wynter toyed with the sugilite pendant in her hand, her hostility dissipating.

But then again, Mr. Yarwood sure had an unconventional way of expressing gratitude.

melancholy, “I still find it rather concerning about the fact that Ms.

somewhat genuine, Wynter couldn’t help but feel a little

constant attention, and I’ve heard about your allergy to women. Since I’m a

coughed lightly, his smile remained. “I reckon you

Wynter’s hands paused. Then, she replied with a lie, “Never heard

man Atwater had told her about Mr. Yarwood carrying a myriad of personal burdens, with all kinds of

even felt pity for Mr. Yarwood, who was blessed with

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of personal struggles, Wynter lazily tossed some stones and asked Atwater, “What do his personal

at her as though he were seeing someone else’s shadow on her, then murmured, “You still haven’t remembered

Atwater’s words still made Wynter frown even

he had to be so mysterious and cryptic; his words always lacked clarity-

gone somewhere to

of curiosity to see the personal burdens Mortimer had told her

what Mr. Yarwood, the tyrant of Sorzada City,

had any luck

into Mr. Yarwood’s local network to peek at his picture while chatting with him now, but