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

Chapter 1239 Put on the Mask

“Meet them?” The investigators hesitated. “They’re not easy to meet. Shouldn’t we apply for an official request to get in touch with them?” After all, their identities were not simple.

Wynter held her phone with a single hand, seemingly sending a text. “No need for that. There’s a meeting we’ll be attending together.”

What kind of meeting would allow her to meet with such people? The

investigators were shocked.

Y was used to Wynter’s ways. She seized the moment and asked, “Boss, while you’re at it, can you get hair samples from those you suspect? That way, I won’t have to go through the trouble of finding them.”

“Sure.” Wynter put her phone away. “I will leave this place to you guys. You know the principles.”

Y was excited and adjusted her glasses. Treat everyone who tries to bail them out as suspects and bring them in.”

The investigators were speechless. Was this how the Special Unit operated? They were so bold.

“Watch closely. The skies over Hawford are about to change,” Wynter said.

He carefully placed the report aside, his eyes

had been troubled enough these past few days. To top it

why did they still need to appease the Whitman

how if she hadn’t offended

was people bringing up

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had only reluctantly agreed to the marriage for the Wray

its modest size and landscape compared to some

trees inside might have been 100 years old. The Frendan–style architecture, paired with blooming roses, was serene and picturesque.

Whitmans, she had always

her, she composed herself and walked in

family, Emma Stanton, quickly opened the door. “Ms. Wray, what brings

Whitman Senior.” Lynette put away her umbrella. Her demeanor was gentle and elegant, starkly different

Senior is reading in the study. He’ll be thrilled to know you’re here. I just brewed some rose tea. Please have a seat, Ms.