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

Chapter 1482 Proceed With the Plan

Wynter put away her phone as her gaze settled on Cyrus. "Alright, got it."

Dealing with the Montclair family would indeed be faster if she didn't need to worry about Cyrus, but Wynter still had to ask, "Does Grandpa agree?"

"Don't tell him. Grandpa has always been protecting me, and that's why he wasn't ruthless enough." Cyrus lifted his gaze. "You're the same. I understand."

If they didn't care about him, Tamia wouldn't even have had the chance to meddle.

Wynter twirled the USB drive in her fingers. "It's not just for you. My methods don't always align with the Whitmans' teachings."

"I'm just a child born out of schemes. But Wynter, I'm grateful to have been born into the Whitman family." Cyrus had indeed grown. In the past, knowing all of this would have devastated him and filled his head with countless other thoughts.

Now, he had a new sense of resilience. "Do what you need to. But don't tell Grandpa-he wouldn't want this." "You're just like him." Wynter chuckled lightly as she stood up and stretched lazily.

Cyrus was puzzled. "Like him? Who?"

"Your father when he was younger." Wynter patted his shoulder. "Cyrus, I'm rooting for you. Keep growing, and who knows? Maybe one day, I'll be the one asking you for help."

Cyrus thought it was impossible. How could someone as capable as Wynter ever need his help?

But no one had ever told him he resembled Noah before, and for some reason, that filled him with a newfound determination. He quickly shook off the dejection he had felt earlier.

As a seer, Wynter could predict many things. But that wasn't true when it came to her own family. The closer someone was to her, the more blurred their future became.

Yet, weirdly enough, Cyrus seemed to be beyond any of her plans. In him, she saw vitality-her own path to survival...

Wynter's thoughts drifted to that formation she had encountered before as she gazed out the window. Her eyes briefly passed over her impeccably dressed fiancé.

Dalton was like a character straight out of a comic book. On the surface, he was courteous, dignified, and breathtakingly handsome. Yet, in reality, he was full of hidden dangerous secrets. With a face like that, it was easy for anyone to fall for his trap.

Wynter shook her head as she thought about it.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Dalton, who was drinking tea with Reuben, lifted his gaze toward her.

From Wynter's angle, his lashes seemed almost excessively long. When the crow's black feathers fell around him, they only made his pale complexion even fairer. A dimple formed at the corner of his lips when he smiled at her.

This sight itself turned the entire garden, including the blooming roses, into mere backdrops for his presence. "Atwater has read my fortunes plenty of times. I wonder if he ever foresaw me falling for a beauty," Wynter muttered under her breath, tearing her gaze away from Dalton.

She reached out and plucked a mint leaf to cool herself down as if trying to ward off the heat she felt. After all, she couldn't allow a mere beauty to keep her distracted.

Cyrus didn't understand what she was muttering about. 'Fortune telling?"

"It's nothing important." Wynter refocused her gaze on Cyrus. "We will be pulling back all the bait tomorrow. Go help Uncle Noah. I'm worried he'll go too soft if he's concerned about you."

Hawford was indeed different. She needed to resolve things quickly.

Meanwhile, in the commercial building, Kenton had not left his office for quite some time. The pressure of robbing Peter to pay Paul was starting to take its toll. But if he didn't do so, the cracks in the company's financial chain would soon be exposed.

He was still waiting for a turnaround, his bloodshot eyes more desperate than ever. To make matters worse, one of the subsidiary companies was now facing trouble.

"Mr. Wray, we need to make a decision. They're waiting on the funds, or else we'll have no choice but to shut it down."

never made a profit anyway and was just to take up market shares. They all come to me for money, so we might as well

didn't say anything but knew all too well that shutting down the subsidiary was not an

his opinion. After all, it

anymore.

Tamia was still under the illusion that the Wray family was financially robust. She never considered the possibility

summoned the lawyers. "I don't care what you have to do-help my daughter get those

we'll take them to court for divorce. Scandals like this will impact Whitman Group's valuation." "But, Mrs. Montclair Senior, such a mutually destructive approach may not be advisable. A private settlement would be more beneficial for both parties,"

the Whitman family wouldn't take this lying down. A

family will be too busy with their own problems starting tomorrow. Noah's

has a mistress?" The lawyer's

obtain evidence if I want to. All you need to

like this too many times. Hence, naturally,

for having a financial shortfall! "Wray Group is

reaction upon hearing the news was to think it was impossible.

were desperate for payment as they

of the most difficult trades at the time. Looking back, during the real estate boom, none of the workers ever seemed

the capital flow from their higher-ups dried up. The Wray family had always operated this way. The funds they applied for from

work would only come once

the fact that he always made sure he squeezed every last drop

abandoned. He's refusing to pay us for the work because there's no profit, but what about

suddenly decide to halt

to shut down a subsidiary. Shutting down a company

protest, they hadn't been

that in the past,

people were nothing more than ants, born to live hard lives, powerless against him. They wouldn't win even if they sued him. Besides, what

first time there had been protests, but it was the

wall started to weaken, even pulling out a small brick could cause the entire structure to collapse. But in the past, the Wray family was protected by

house that ended up having its project abandoned. The ones who suffered most were always those who worked their whole lives to finally scrape

authorities wanted to intervene,

Second, entrepreneurs like Kenton always

go under. Hence, these matters

Initially, they protested at the construction sites, where countless families' dreams

door when their patience finally ran out.

starting to get out of hand. We

the police. Have the lawyers deal with them. I want to teach these people a lesson. Who do they think they are? How dare they

had been in power for too long and was no longer afraid of such things. "Does it matter what they say? Go online and look-weren't they just boycotting one of our brands over that applesauce factory? "The foreigners were right. The people here in Cascadia are always like that. They never learn. Don't they still end up buying

these poor folks. Go and get rid of them. Seeing them gather there brings

was indeed effective. Gathering to cause trouble would inevitably lead to some being taken away, especially with some construction workers acting irrationally and smashing the glass of Wray

Kenton. Usually, as

demands for

there were problems with the contract and would

someone helped with the lawsuit, their travel costs and lost time were

predicament. Filing a lawsuit

felt a bit uneasy about the situation arising today, but he didn't take it

found Cassian?" he asked

too late. We checked the train stations as well. But rest assured, he