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

Chapter 1492 Something Unsettling About Wynter

Indeed. Thinking back, Wynter really did change overnight. Yvette hadn't noticed at first, but in her previous life, the Quinnell family had already collapsed by now.

She vividly remembered the news of Fabian's death. And although Wynter did end up returning to the Quinnell family, she was overshadowed by Naomi. In the end, Wynter had simply faded from existence, disappearing without a trace.

Why was everything so different now?

Yvette stared at her hands. Kenton's words struck her like a bolt of lightning, jolting her with a realization she hadn't fully thought of until now.

She murmured, "Why is it different from my past life? Why?"

Kenton was done listening to Yvette's nonsense. "All I need you to tell me is that Quinnell bitch's future. I don't care about the rest! What happened to Wynter in the ending you know?"

"She... She..." Yvette's mind was blank. "Something must have happened to her! Mr. Wray, you need to have someone find my grandmother! She was the closest to Wynter! She must know Wynter's weaknesses better than anyone!"

changed in Wynter overnight, but why hadn't Margaret said anything about it? Had she not

about it. She was desperate

Kenton was done with her frantic rambling. "Yvette, let me ask

She overheard Kenton's words and pushed the door open before walking in. "Mr. Wray, what future are we talking about? Why don't

his gaze away from Yvette and

in the world mattered to her. It was exactly this demeanor that led him to believe for so

achievements in Kingbourne were only due to Fabian pulling the strings from behind the scene.

If something truly strange had happened to Wynter, then the secret of her

Wray..." Yvette's eyes pleaded

but he knew better than to reveal everything, especially not the fact that Yvette was a reincarnator. That, of course, was something he wouldn't share with Wynter. Instead, his sharp

He was practically Hawford's king. His

now, Wynter sat across from him, face-to-face, as if this office belonged

no need to hide as much as before, the cold and