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

Chapter 1702 A Huge Problem

"Wherever Dalton is, I will be there, too?" Dalton repeated Wynter's words, his gaze shifting slightly. His face, already strikingly handsome, became even more so when graced with a smile.

This was a rarity among men. Years of refinement had instilled a natural presence of authority in Dalton, as if he could control everything around him. The scholarly elegance that emanated from his very being only served to make his subtle smirks even more captivating.

Wynter was, without a doubt, a sucker for people with good looks. And when the man in question was her fiancé, she saw no reason to hold back.

"Exactly. Of course, I'll be wherever you are."

Dalton's voice was calm. "And what if you were

betray me?"

Wynter raised an eyebrow. "Me? Betray you?"

Dalton responded with a quiet hum.

Wynter reached out, lifting his chin slightly with her fingers, inspecting him before chuckling. "When you have a face like this? How dumb would I have to be to betray you?"

Dalton was accustomed to her teasing demeanor by now. Compared to her antics in her previous lifetime, she was already much more restrained.

But the waiter, who had just come in with their dishes, was clearly not used to it. He completely froze at that sight. Not wanting to make a scene, Wynter quickly withdrew her hand. Still, even such a small display was enough to set the rumor mill into overdrive.

When Theo heard the reports later, he was thoroughly delighted.

Dalton was a cold-hearted iceberg, after all. Someone needed to take the initiative in the relationship. And if it was Wynter doing so, that suited him just fine!

In his joy, he issued bonuses for all his staff, so the employees couldn't help but wish for Wynter to visit Colifernia more often. Not only was Theo more generous, but even Dalton seemed to ease up on his usual relentless pursuit in their projects when he was happy.

Dalton, for his part, was in an undeniably good mood. He had long known that Wynter had a certain appreciation for his looks-one thing she was never subtle about.

What puzzled him, however, was a lingering inconsistency. In their previous life, she hadn't seemed the least bit interested in his type. If anything, her preference had leaned toward what modern vernacular might call the cute and clingy type.

He glanced at Wynter, just about to broach the topic, when her phone rang suddenly. The ringtone was distinct- one reserved for her members in the Special Unit.

Wynter answered the call. "Hello. How is it?"

"There are indeed many viruses present, but nothing currently uncontrollable. All identified strains are ones we've seen before. Even if an outbreak were to occur, it would remain within manageable limits."

The voice on the other end was low, as if deliberately avoiding being overheard. "Boss, should we shut down this farmers' market?"

Wynter raised her eyebrows. "If these are all known viruses, why should we shut it down immediately?"

"There are just too many wild animals there. Even if things are fine now, there's no guarantee for the future. And there's something... strange."

Wynter lifted her gaze. "What is it?"

"I can't explain it clearly right now, but I need you to see it for yourself to understand. I can't make any

conspicuous moves here at the moment."

Wynter's fingers paused briefly. "Understood. Head back to the Disease Control Department. Remember to keep your identity concealed. Also, I'll need a comprehensive report on patient admissions from major hospitals in the area."

"Got it, Boss. I'll get it to you in two days."

The person on the line hung up quickly, clearly in a rush to return to their job. They had to avoid arousing suspicion, ensuring that their temporary absence didn't appear deliberate o avoid alerting any potential culprits. Only then would they be able to gather more information.

After ending the call, Wynter brought Dalton back to the bustling farmers' market.

There were now more people bargaining and packaging goods. However, one peculiar thing caught her attention. Earlier, there had been numerous animals at the stall, but now, only the black serpent she had purchased remained. Wynter approached Oscar, who smiled warmly and stood up. "Miss, are you here to pick up your snake?"

the way, your business seems pretty good. I was planning to buy

it-recently, monkeys have been selling like crazy. Other animals sell out quickly,

That's a lot of stock cleared

here. But he doesn't talk much it's always his

for a moment. "Just his

he hasn't been coming personally the last few days. He just sends people to pick

would I install something like that?" Oscar looked at Wynter in confusion. "In this line of work, nobody wants evidence lying around. Say, miss,

in the market. The infrastructure was outdated-loose wires hung precariously. Without

eyeing her warily, his guard clearly up. "Miss, right after you left earlier, someone came by saying they were

rushed to sell off the wild animals precisely because of his fear of

entered the market earlier, she had already noticed the intricate familiarity among the stall owners. If she caused them to become hostile now, would only

there. If an overhaul

city like Colifernia, a market like this still existed in the heart

would expect such traditional markets to have dwindled. Logically, it

for many, places

here weren't locals. They came from Colifernia's outskirts or even further west. For them, staying in a developed

better education and opportunities.

said?" Amidst the distinct smell of fish, a female vendor called out to

with two braided pigtails

patter of footsteps, shouting, "Mommy! There's a really pretty miss and mister over there buying a

worry about others. Go wash your hands,"

witnessed this small interaction and realized that it

consequences of shutting down entirely would be catastrophic for the

for their livelihoods.

needed to find a solution

for a moment. Noticing the skeptical gaze from Oscar, she suddenly let out a long sigh. "To be honest, it's true that I'm

narrowed his eyes. "I knew it. You should leave. We don't welcome people

to pause. "I'm here

Wynter casually spouted her words, Dalton couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. For someone who refused to bow to even the heavenly law, was she actually talking about

it was out of anger if

I have no choice but to tell you the truth." Wynter continued without even batting an eyelid, "I'm here because of that disaster in

bucket. His mind raced back to the strange dreams he'd been having since bringing it into his shop. Every night, he would dream of a snake flicking its tongue, as if it were trying

speak to him.

drastically. He immediately moved

believe what it was hearing. Had these two come all the way here for it? It knew its own

was unlike Sothoth, who had foolishly asked Dalton whether it resembled a

had been tamed, always stationed by the river, tasked with guarding humans. It certainly didn't want to end up

it cleverly cooperated, flicking its tongue in response to

much of the situation earlier, now began trembling slightly. His

looked

anything from you. I have

inclined to believe in

lying, either. While the black serpent wasn't the primary reason she'd entered the farmers' market, its presence

from him regarding this issue. "This black serpent was

many wild animals over the years. Creatures with a certain spiritual awareness leave behind traces their grievances. Snakes, in particular,

"It's often said that the father's debts are repaid by the child. Even if you've escaped unscathed, the misfortune may have been passed your son. Think about

words struck a nerve in Oscar. "You-How do you know about

this but had initially refrained from mentioning it, adhering

had crossed a line when he once captured a young monkey for a lucrative deal. Despite the mother monkey's desperate pleas,

on him now, something she wouldn't have been able to discern before obtaining

She saw the mother monkey's lingering hatred-the strongest

him.

and

of memory came rushing back to Oscar. He looked at Wynter in shock.

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