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

Chapter 623 Dalton Yarwood.

The tall figure stood amidst the blood mist, completely unfazed by the surrounding evil spirits.

The resentment couldn’t touch him. Instead, they dissipated as they approached him. It wasn’t due to any protective charm he carried, but rather, his very being instilled a profound fear in all souls.

Wynter’s mind cleared almost instantly. The distracting chant and the spirits under Gabby’s control all halted their actions.

Though their eyes remained blood–red and their forms grotesque, they respectfully lowered their gazes upon seeing the newcomer. They even created a path for him.

The tall man wore a pure black wool coat. As he strode forward, he exuded the air of a businessman from Hawford–refined and gentlemanly, perhaps educated abroad with a hint of 19th–century etiquette.

His face was strikingly handsome and cold. Only Wynter’s fiancé could possess such a complex and intricate spiritual form.

However, it seemed that this version of him from a century ago didn’t have such a short lifespan.

be superstitious. Yet, here he was, casually strolling in with a Foplya wooden doll in hand, wearing leather gloves as

to sense danger. Its eyes snapped open and glowed menacingly. Its hair grew wildly, attempting to ensnare Dalton’s hand like it had a mind

and pulled its hair with his finger. The

scream.

in the laboratory shifted. The light bulbs began to flicker and

the sacred

that, the wooden doll, which had come alive, straightened

flicked her left hand, sending the lucky token, pierced by a silver

heart.

violently. An endless stream of blood began

went berserk, determined to drag both

above the consulate. With that, she could pull in all the

flew into the air. It glowered down at the two figures below.

the ground. They stared at Wynter and Dalton through the