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

Chapter 1695

Chapter 1695 A Member Is Missing

It instantly fell silent. Dalton's eyes darkened, and he admitted to having seen the newspaper before.

Whitley, overhearing the response from a distance, wondered if Dalton had simply decided to stop hiding the truth.

"There's a Youth Daily at Serenity Hotel. You might have missed it last time. I suppose most people do," Dalton explained calmly.

Wynter recalled the peculiar hotel, which was said to have been established a century ago. Given the timing, it was likely that the hotel might retain remnants of the past. But there was no reason for the hotel hold onto an inconsequential newspaper.

Seeing Wynter's confusion, Dalton realized he had unintentionally misled her. He inadvertently glanced at Whitley, who hung his head and moved closer to Wynter. Unaware of the subtle exchange between them, Wyntre remained focused on the newspaper in her hand.

As she flipped through the newspaper, she stumbled upon a local news story. In those days, newspapers rarely featured pictures with their articles. Yet, they dedicated an entire section to reporting a story that would be deemed scandalous by modern standards.

It was about a bank robbery, though the picture featured was completely unrelated. But wait, that picture... Wynter raised an eyebrow. She doubted it was a coincidence that Serenity Hotel appeared in the picture. Even stranger was that the number 1978 was printed on it. But try as she might, Wynter just couldn't piece together the connection.

Just then, Wynter halted in her tracks as she recalled the hotel's characteristics. Considering it hosted auctions, it might also offer mortgage or safekeeping services. In those days, such practices were quite common.

At that thought, Wynter decided to visit Serenity Hotel for further investigation.

Noah, who intended to see her off, couldn't help frowning upon learning her plan. He explained, "Serenity Hotel's owner is rather eccentric. When he's annoyed, he doesn't care who he offends.

"No one knows what could be driving him to stir up troubles for others. He's respectful toward the Whitman family, but beyond that, he's all about profit.

"He doesn't like being disturbed. Throughout the years, the Chamber of Commerce occasionally extended offers to him, but he always turned them down."

"Indeed, he's not a simple man. If you're set on going, I'll come with you," Taylor offered.

"It's alright, Uncle Taylor. I've got some personal matters to take care of." Wynter turned down the offer.

She hadn't sensed the peculiarities that her uncles mentioned during her last visit to Serenity Hotel. Rather, she had felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Since she would be heading there anyway, she figured she would try to recollect her memories during the investigation.

At that moment, Cyrus came over and asked, "Are you really going to that hotel, Wynter?"

Puzzled by his troubled expression, Wynter inquired, "Yeah. What's about it?"

Cyrus whispered, "The hotel is usually normal, and most people rent it out for events. But no one ever goes there by themselves.

"You're planning

meet the owner, aren't you? Before I came back, my old buddies once mentioned that the third floor-where the owner stays-is completely off-limits.

"One of them has a childhood friend who used to work as a bartender there, and he said the owner sleeps in a coffin! How terrifying!"

Wynter wasn't particularly interested until she heard Cyrus' account. Her lips curled up into a smirk. "They say

sleeping in a coffin can bring good fortune. Now I'm even more curious to visit the hotel."

Cyrus was left speechless, feeling that Wynter wasn't like most people. While he had been completely terrified when he first heard of the rumors, she saw it as a symbol of extreme luck.

Dalton sat beside Wynter with a stoic face, but he suddenly turned at her next words.

that Serenity Hotel's owner is rather handsome, and he sleeps in the coffin. How

hear that?" Dalton smirked. His hand, while

aspects. "Everyone

nodded in agreement. "My friend said the owner is known for wearing handmade, tailored suits from Chalam Street. He won't even consider any

reason to visit. There's no way I'll miss the chance to meet a

and decided to sound

wouldn't have left something important in any random place. Could he have trusted the hotel

about pummeling a certain someone back to his true form and sending him straight to where

he suddenly let out a sneeze. Seeing that, Samiyah frowned

told you to not call

a force of habit." Samiyah gently tapped her lips. Now that

from the coffin, Gail wondered how he could possibly get sick. It seemed absurd-after all,

been bothered by Wynter's past tendency of gathering handsome men. And as part

staff member came to report. "Someone's looking for

trenchcoat. "I thought we'd announced that we're not open for

Dalton's return, they had decided to solely focus on his recovery. The energy surrounding the hotel

for that.

what I told the visitors, but

chuckle. "Well, I'd like to see the unlucky fellow who decides to

their connections with the new higher-ups to stir troubles.

descended the stairs, Gail toyed with his ring and chuckled to himself. "No matter where you're from, your parents should've warned

his composure, he nearly collapsed on the stairs upon noticing the figure beside her. He could barely get a sentence

his ring.

you standing there for? Serve the guests some tea!" he

by Gail's unusual reaction. They were never asked to serve any scions a cup of tea. While they recognized Wynter's recent

"Tell the chef to prepare some vegetarian dishes, but

meat lover. Amidst the dumbfounded crowd, only Samiyah understood Gail's apprehension and

Wynter felt something was amiss and arched an

what you've done in Hawford recently, Ms. Quinnell. I must say, I'm truly impressed by your remarkable temperament, especially for your age." Hearing that, Wynter

Dalton fixed his gaze on the uneasy Gail. "My fiancée has complimented your looks. I agree,

no hint of a smile in Dalton's eyes. Rather,

to voice her thoughts aloud. She scratched her nose awkwardly. "It sounds

you put it like

so? I'm just extending my

realized something and blurted out, "I don't need

bewildered by his words, and he hurriedly

I'm

saying anything. She couldn't help but doubt that someone or a

I'm not interested in monsters," Wynter interjected, cutting off

explanation.

relief. Wynter should've said that sooner. Couldn't she see the murderous

here today, Ms. Quinnell?" While the hotel personnel were taken aback by his respectful tone, Samiyah knew the reason behind it. Without hesitation, Wynter looked at Gail and inquired, "Did Grandpa Gordon entrust something to you?" Gail's expression turned serious as he affirmed, "Mr. Gordon did leave a relic with us for safekeeping." Back then, Dalton was the one who accepted the request. He should've known more about it than anyone else. Meeting Gail's

a smile, "I suppose you're here to retrieve

unless both the relevant proof and secret code are presented-even

requirements sparked a realization in Wynter's mind, and she handed the Youth Daily over. Gail hadn't expected her to find

relic Mr. Gordon left

owner."

master?" Wynter repeated

Dalton. Upon seeing the latter remained unfazed, he breathed a sigh of relief