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.

handsome, and

you hear that?" Dalton smirked.

Wynter tended to be thoughtless in certain aspects. "Everyone says so! Rumors claim he's

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

to visit. There's no way I'll miss the chance to meet a handsome man," Wynter said, folding the newspaper

intelligence and decided to sound them out, hoping to uncover their intentions in

something important in any random place.

Dalton was thinking about pummeling a certain someone back to his true form and sending

rose petals when he suddenly let out a sneeze. Seeing

not call

a force of habit." Samiyah gently tapped her lips. Now that Dalton had returned, Gail was no longer

could possibly get sick. It seemed absurd-after all, he wasn't even human. Little did he know that a storm

And as part of

came to report. "Someone's looking

on his trenchcoat. "I thought we'd announced that

Dalton's return, they had decided to solely focus on his recovery.

for that.

the visitors, but they insisted," the staff

I'd like to see

higher-ups

ring and chuckled to himself. "No matter where you're from, your parents should've warned you not to step into Hawford's Serenity Hotel

Gail lifted his gaze but was stunned to see Wynter. Though he quickly regained his composure, he nearly collapsed on the stairs upon noticing the figure beside her. He could barely get a sentence out, let alone fiddle

his ring.

are you standing there for? Serve the guests

scions a cup of tea. While they

hurried downstairs and ordered, "Tell the chef to prepare

Gail's apprehension and instructed the hotel personnel to follow his order. After all, their boss, Dalton, had arrived with his

an eyebrow. "That's not how

temperament, especially for your age." Hearing that,

with Wynter, Dalton fixed his gaze on the uneasy Gail. "My fiancée has complimented your looks. I agree, you do have a

More importantly, there was no hint of a smile in Dalton's eyes. Rather, that gaze

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

you put it like

smile. "Is that so? I'm

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

his words, and he hurriedly explained,

love. So, I'm definitely not interested

frown, though she refrained from saying anything. She couldn't help but doubt that someone or a monster-like him could

not interested in monsters," Wynter interjected,

explanation.

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

"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

with a smile, "I suppose you're here to retrieve the relic, Ms.

Mr. Gordon has instructed that the relic cannot be transferred unless both the relevant proof

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

my master remarked the relic Mr. Gordon left in our

owner."

master?" Wynter repeated as her

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