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

Chapter 469 Rapport

“Yes!” Maurice confirmed grimly, rolling over from where he had fallen and rising to his feet. “Master, the people in that building are in danger! We have to save them!”

In the past, Dalton would have dismissed an incident like this. He wasn’t particularly interested in what

went on at Mt. Dragon.

However, the words “Earthbound Formation” caught his attention. His fingers tightened around his teacup as he cast a curious look at Kaspar and Maurice.

He frowned as a dark look passed over his handsome, chiseled features. “Is that Ultimate Survival?”

Kaspar demanded, “Do you know it?”

“My company is one of the sponsors,” Dalton explained as he took Maurice’s phone and enlarged the screen. “A celebrity friend of mine is a guest this season.” He had to look out for Tobias, his future brother-

in–law.

Kaspar gripped Dalton’s arm and urged, “Get the crew to shut down all the unmanned cameras right now

and bring me there!”

“You got it,” Dalton said, never one to dilly–dally.

when he got word that

Dexter reassured. He was already tied up events going on

“We can’t go

have worked.”

With the strange

for some reason. We’ve been trying to. But thus

was surprisingly calm. “Dismantle all the equipment outside the building. Brief me on what’s happening inside the building and the details of

seen anything like this, Dexter explained, “We’ve already verified the identity of the NPC we hired for the show, but she suddenly lost control. Mr. Yarwood, do you think she’s the suspect the police

most pertinent question, “What’s the story?”

saw when he clicked on the footage

this point, he had gotten into the car

the air around Dalton grow cold. He asked with

“No. I’m

seemed Dalton was getting more anxious than Kaspar now. But even

Chapter 466 Rapport

was when he noticed the newspaper Wynter was

footage and zoomed in

hadn’t heard their cries for help, while their father was cooking in the kitchen and did not hear his daughters‘ screams over the sound of the cooking hood.”

shadows over his chiseled cheekbones as he sent the picture of

a message: “See if any one of the non–celebrity guests had anything

what Dalton was getting up