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

Chapter 276 Atwater Munoz’s Fable

Perhaps it was because Dalton had such nice wrists that he made

wearing a scrunchie look fashionable and elegant.

Wynter couldn’t resist glancing at his wrist a second time. Suddenly,

she asked, “So what’s the Quinnells’ stance on this whole Ms.

Quinnell business?”

“Mr. Quinnell Senior spent many years searching for her,” Dalton began with a smile, pushing the plate of pizza toward Wynter. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

She feigned nonchalance. “I figured I’d get to know my patient a little

better. You’re a distant relative of his, after all.”

Dalton was adding a few splashes of tabasco to his pizza when

Wynter’s answer made him pause.

He confessed pleasantly, “Technically, I’m not. Our grandfathers just

knew each other. If we were related, then I wouldn’t have been

engaged to Ms. Quinnell in the first place.”

It was only then that Wynter was reminded of the engagement. She gave Dalton an odd look.

her getting the wrong idea, Dalton quickly explained, “The engagement’s been called off. There’s no bad blood, though, now that the Quinnells have found

that the

lightly and elaborated, “I’ve never met Ms. Quinnell

happened when we were children, all

family believed in a so-called fable and wanted me to live

interest was sufficiently

to know everything about herself. Besides,

deep

y, she

Dalton surveyed Wynter in amusement, his dark eyes glittering. “There was this great fortune- teller who told my family that I would not live

I married Ms. Quinnell.”

“Fortune-teller? More

to quiet her. “Hush, you’re still too young and healthy to need

to know that Atwater Munoz was a great fortune-teller whose predictions had saved lives. He was a master of his

fortune upon yourself.”

his beautiful, dark eyes as he said this.

however, gave him a

Dalton laid another slice of pizza

the pizza. If her memory served her well, Atwater’s last name was Munoz too. She silently cursed the old man

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that moment, she remembered Atwater’s drunken soliloquy

while ago.

waking up anytime soon. I’ve found you somebody that I think you’ll like based on your past preferences. He’s got a really strong

her “my child” after that. Wynter never took him seriously,

for her benefit.

stared at Dalton, who indeed had a face she quite liked, and found herself at a loss for words. “You shouldn’t get so hung up