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

Chapter 1458 Thank the Montclairs

Wynter's thoughts were in a mess. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was Dalton's overpowering presence.

Wynter furrowed her brows as the dark mist surrounding her seemed to spiral out of control. Even her gaze was starting to change.

Dalton didn't continue as soon as he sensed the unbridled resentful energy within her. He reached out to cover her eyes. "It's been a while since you asked me for consultation fees."

This time, instead of guiding her toward his neck, he bit down on his finger, letting the blood flow before pressing his lips against hers.

With her sight obscured, Wynter's consciousness seemed to drift deep, and a wave of drowsiness was threatening to pull her under.

It wasn't until her phone, fallen under the seat, began ringing that she was jolted from the depths of her mind. Her vision sharpened, and in one swift motion, she grasped Dalton's wrist, reversing the hold with firm precision

The tips of her hair brushed against his face as she leaned over, her posture commanding. Her eyes, still tinged red, held a cool clarity that contrasted sharply with her earlier vulnerability.

"My phone is ringing."

composed and noble as ever, and his side profile was sharp and

car door and stepping out. She glanced at her shirt before looking at his still impeccable tailored suit. The contrast was stark, and she couldn't help but think

had said earlier. Her attention shifted to

and answered the call while buttoning her shirt. Her tone was

had been trying to get through for quite some time, lose

been a bit of a misunderstanding between you and Cyrus. If you're free, why don't you come

especially the relatives who liked to flaunt their authority, expecting everyone to cater to them. They often assumed the world revolved around

those familiar with Wynter's personality knew better. She simply

hand holding the phone went rigid, and her face flushed with anger. She had never encountered such a disrespectful youngster

I understand that you've become distant from your uncle and me after

cares for you even more than for Cyrus. I just want you to know that the

folks might not handle

waste.