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.

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

you hear that?" Dalton smirked. His hand, while holding

thoughtless in certain aspects. "Everyone says so! Rumors

said the owner is known for wearing handmade, tailored suits from Chalam Street. He won't even consider any other brands. And he has

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

monster had developed intelligence and decided to

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 came

in the coffin scattered with rose petals when he suddenly let out a sneeze. Seeing that, Samiyah frowned and asked,

not call me that," Gail

force of habit." Samiyah gently tapped her lips. Now that Dalton had returned, Gail was

up a rose petal from the coffin, Gail wondered how he could possibly get sick. It seemed absurd-after all, he wasn't

gathering handsome men. And as part of her "collections

in Serenity Hotel, a staff member came

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

focus on his recovery. The

for that.

visitors, but they insisted," the staff

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

had come flaunting their connections with the new higher-ups to stir troubles. With a flick of his wrist, he slipped on his signet

with his ring and chuckled to himself. "No matter where you're from,

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

his ring.

there for? Serve the guests

reaction. They were never asked to serve any scions a cup of tea. While they

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

only Samiyah understood Gail's apprehension and instructed the hotel personnel to follow his order. After all,

amiss and arched an eyebrow. "That's not how

with an excuse. "Everyone knows 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 giggled and whispered to Dalton, "The owner seems amiable. It looks like the rumors were exaggerated. He's quite handsome too, don't you

his gaze on the uneasy Gail. "My fiancée has complimented your looks. I

hint of a smile in Dalton's eyes. Rather, that

thoughts aloud. She scratched her

you put

smile. "Is that so? I'm just extending

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

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

I'm definitely

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

in monsters,"

explanation.

heaving a sigh of relief. Wynter should've said that sooner. Couldn't she see the murderous look Dalton gave

asked respectfully, "May I ask what brings you 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

that confirmation, Gail continued with a smile, "I suppose you're here to retrieve the relic,

both the relevant proof and secret code are presented-even

the Youth Daily over. Gail hadn't expected her to find the newspaper. "To think

the relic Mr. Gordon left in our hotel would eventually

owner."

Wynter repeated as her eyebrow

seeing the latter remained unfazed, he breathed a sigh of relief and commented, "Indeed, my master is