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.

owner is rather handsome, and he sleeps in the coffin.

where did you hear that?" Dalton smirked. His hand, while holding the cup, was aesthetically

to be thoughtless in certain aspects. "Everyone says so!

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

miss the chance to meet a handsome man," Wynter said, folding the newspaper

what kind of monster had developed intelligence and decided to sound them out,

any random place. Could he have trusted the hotel more than the Chamber

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

was lying in the coffin scattered with rose petals when he suddenly let out a

to not call

gently tapped her lips. Now that Dalton had

rose petal from the coffin, Gail wondered how he could possibly get sick. It seemed

men. And as part of her "collections

in Serenity Hotel, a staff member came to report. "Someone's looking

grip on his trenchcoat. "I thought we'd announced that we're not

focus on his recovery. The

for that.

but they insisted,"

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

believed that the visitors had come flaunting their connections with the new higher-ups to stir

descended the stairs, Gail toyed with his ring and chuckled to himself. "No matter where

see Wynter. Though he quickly regained his composure, he nearly collapsed on the stairs upon noticing the figure beside her. He

his ring.

standing there for? Serve the guests

asked to serve any scions a cup of tea. While they recognized

ordered, "Tell the chef to prepare some vegetarian dishes, but make sure they aren't too

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

arched an eyebrow. "That's not how I was received

recently, Ms. Quinnell. I must say, I'm truly impressed by your remarkable temperament, especially for your age." Hearing that, Wynter giggled and whispered to Dalton, "The owner

the uneasy Gail. "My fiancée has complimented your looks. I agree,

there was no hint of a smile in Dalton's eyes. Rather, that gaze suggested he might be

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

you put it

a soft smile. "Is that so?

realized something and blurted out, "I don't need your wife's appreciation,

he hurriedly explained, "Actually, I have a girlfriend,

my first love. So, I'm

stared at Gail with a frown, though she refrained from saying anything. She couldn't help but doubt that someone or

interested in monsters," Wynter interjected, cutting off Gail's

explanation.

relief. Wynter should've said that

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 gaze, Dalton gave a subtle

continued with a smile, "I

the relic cannot be transferred unless both the relevant

Daily over. Gail hadn't expected her to find the

understand why my master remarked the relic Mr. Gordon left in our hotel would eventually find

owner."

Wynter repeated

his mouth and peeked at Dalton. Upon seeing the latter remained unfazed, he breathed a sigh of relief and commented, "Indeed, my master is omnipotent and has foreseen everything.