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



Chapter 1486 Too Late Now

The last sentence felt like a dagger to Tamia's heart.

At this point, how could she possibly admit that Wynter truly had the capability? Worse yet, she couldn't even fully grasp the extent of Wynter's connections.

Whoever those connections were, they were far more influential than anything the Whitman family had established in Hawford! After all, to be able to manipulate the stock market like Wynter would mean that she had support with great funds behind her!

Tamia's face paled even further. She took a shaky step backward, rapidly turning the beaded bracelet around her wrist.

For some reason, Wynter's chilling words from Quaint Villa echoed in her mind. "I can send the Montclairs behind bars, too."

As she staggered backward, Tamia's head hit the wall behind her. The string of the beaded bracelet she had been clutching snapped. The beads scattered across the floor, the sound of them rolling around eerily reverberating through the room.

"Ms. Yates! Get Ms. Yates here!"

This was Tamia's first instinct.

when faced with insurmountable difficulties, often turned to the divine for help. Tamia, deeply superstitious, believed that the legendary

wait! Bring Ophelia back first!" Tamia suddenly

but Tamia could hardly wait any longer." Stop her! If you can't bring her back, do whatever

she finished her sentence, Ophelia walked in, her face still beaming with happiness. "Mom, why are you trying to

even more as

as something disgraceful anymore. The Whitmans have made it clear they want me gone, so

submitted the documents. I didn't even say a word

the lawyer to handle

steadied herself against the table and confirmed, "Have you

"Yeah." Ophelia nodded.

hand tightly. "It's too late. Everything's

divorce. The Whitman family would never

decision to file for divorce was part of a larger

possible? How could Wynter pull something like this? She

What's wrong? Don't scare me!" Seeing Tamia

pale in an instant as Tamia clutched her hand tightly, muttering as if in a trance, "Ophelia, this marriage... you shouldn't