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

Chapter 327 Presidential Suite

Dalton’s smile deepened upon hearing Wynter’s compliment. “What

an honor,” he quipped.

For some reason, the golden-frame glasses he wore made him look

even more devilish.

This was the first time Dalton’s bodyguards had seen him being teased like this, and they couldn’t help their amusement.

They were even more impressed with Wynter for being able to get

away with teasing Dalton. In the past, he was so aloof that even

socialites dared not approach him at dinner parties, let alone tease

him.

But Wynter did not seem to fear him and behaved as if she was

perfectly at ease in his company. In any case, she had Dalton.

wrapped around her pinky, though the bodyguards were loathe to

point this out to him.

She complimented Dalton so openly and playfully that one might

have thought that she had done this multiple times.

Wynter declared, “You’re mine, is that understood?” She did not like

sharing what she had claimed as hers.

Dalton twirled a strand of her long hair around his finger. “Yes, I’m

yours.”

on that young lady the Quinnells sponsored,”

yawn escaped her. She was clearly tired. “I still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with her scent. I should let Wolf see her in

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he can determine it.”

her hair.

little.” Wynter

a coat over her shoulders

to the

she mumbled as exhaustion washed over her.

had been in this building before. Fragments of

her mind

heavy.

that she was exhausted and did not bring her back

someone check them into

suite instead.

lifted a brow. “Why

my room tonight,” Dalton

was pleasant as he added, “I’ll

the

up at him

trust me or something?” he asked with

off her shoes, then padded

going to bed. Have fun

though.

you call my grandmother and tell her

Prudential

after a long day, but she refused to get into bed without showering first. As such, she headed into the bathroom while Dalton called

up now, don’t worry. Get some rest, Madam Margaret. I’ll take you and Wolf sightseeing tomorrow.”

end, Margaret hung up and looked

“That man’s

thought I’d hear

don’t like that man,” he signed. “But he pays well, so I don’t know

help but laugh at this as she sprawled on the couch. Wolf simply gaped at her, unable to