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."

just to take up market shares. They all come to me for money, so we might as

that shutting down the subsidiary was not an option. Reducing their market share would spell bankruptcy

After all, it was obvious Kenton wasn't in the mood to

anymore.

was still under the illusion that the Wray family was financially robust. She

summoned the lawyers. "I don't care what you have to do-help my daughter get those shares. The Montclair family won't reconcile with the

Group's valuation." "But, Mrs. Montclair Senior, such a mutually destructive approach may not be advisable. A private settlement would

Whitman family wouldn't take this lying down. A public legal battle could damage the Montclair family

a trace of disdain in her expression. "The Whitman family will be too busy with their own problems

mistress?" The lawyer's eyes widened. 'Do you have

difficult to obtain evidence if I want to. All you need to do is focus on winning the case. I'll

like this too many times. Hence, naturally, Tamia didn't

for having a financial shortfall! "Wray Group is such a massive company, yet they have been delaying payment

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

already approached Wray Group. After all, they were desperate for payment as they had families to support, and their outstanding balances were never

of the most difficult trades at the time. Looking back, during the real estate boom, none of the workers ever seemed to make it big. Only those managing small construction teams saw some success,

be paid once the capital flow from their higher-ups dried up. The Wray family had

would only come once the projects were completed, which,

But Kenton's mistake was the fact that he always made sure he squeezed every last

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

this site for half a year-I've even had a head injured on the job. Now, they suddenly decide to halt the project, and they won't settle our past dues. How can

to shut down a subsidiary. Shutting down a company so rashly only raised

only just started to protest, they hadn't been paid in three months. It was just

a long time. The only difference was that in the past, Kenton refused to pay them despite having money. He would rather invest

than ants, born to live hard lives, powerless against him. They

time there had been protests, but it was the first

started to weaken, even pulling out a small brick could cause the

was exactly like paying for a house that ended up having its project abandoned. The ones who suffered most were always those who worked their whole lives to finally scrape together enough for

times when the relevant authorities wanted to intervene, but they might

like Kenton always manage to secure revolving funds

go under. Hence,

followed. Initially, they protested at the construction

company's door when their patience finally ran out. Security had already

"Mr. Wray, the situation outside is starting

coldly, 'Call 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

reporters outside. I'm afraid..."' Adrien was still clear-headed enough. Kenton, however, 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

business is built on brand recognition. And besides, our real customers aren't these poor folks. Go and get

taken away, especially with some construction workers acting irrationally and smashing the glass of Wray Group's

at a disadvantage against Kenton. Usually, as Kenton had pointed out,

demands

were problems with the contract and

if someone helped with the

homeowners stuck with unfinished buildings faced the same predicament. Filing a lawsuit often led to an absence

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

you found Cassian?" he

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