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?"

planning to buy more, but it looks like everything else

late. You wouldn't believe it-recently, monkeys have been selling like crazy. Other animals sell out quickly, too, so by this time of day, it's

came to buy them? That's a lot of

He clears out everything we've got every time he's here. But he

for a moment. "Just his eyes

no idea what the guy looks like." He added, "But he hasn't been coming personally the last few days. He just sends people to

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

infrastructure was outdated-loose wires hung precariously. Without surveillance cameras, it explained

right after you left earlier, someone came by saying they were conducting a hygiene inspection. You wouldn't happen to

animals precisely because of his fear of

intricate familiarity among the stall owners. If she caused them to

sheer size of the farmers' market. Some people even lived there. If

odd was that in such a modern city like Colifernia, a market like this still existed in the heart

catering to urbanites' increasing demands for convenience and quality, one would expect such traditional markets to have dwindled. Logically, it should be almost impossible

for many, places like this

of the vendors working here weren't locals. They came from Colifernia's outskirts or even further west. For them,

better education and opportunities.

your teacher said?" Amidst the distinct smell of fish, a

with two braided pigtails set down her

"Mommy! There's a really pretty miss and mister over there

about others. Go wash your

witnessed this small interaction and realized that it

of shutting down entirely

for their livelihoods.

find a solution

a long sigh. "To be honest, it's true that I'm not just

narrowed his eyes. "I knew it. You should leave. We

to pause. "I'm here to

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

chuckled, though it was out

choice but to tell you the truth." Wynter continued without even batting

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

speak to him.

He immediately moved a small stool out for Wynter and

serpent in the bucket, however, was stunned. It couldn't believe what it was hearing. Had these two come all the way here for it? It knew its own

had foolishly asked Dalton whether it resembled a dragon. He was lucky he hadn't

tasked with guarding humans. It certainly didn't want to end up like him, smelling like

at this moment, it cleverly cooperated, flicking its tongue in response

much of the situation earlier, now began trembling slightly.

looked at her

from you. I have indeed been dreaming about this black serpent lately.

to believe in such things compared to people from other regions.

she'd entered the farmers' market, its presence was significant as a source of misfortune

this issue. "This black serpent was

a dragon, but it was captured by you and brought here. Naturally, it harbors resentment. "Moreover, you've caught many wild animals over the years. Creatures with a certain spiritual awareness leave behind traces their grievances. Snakes, in particular, are notorious for holding grudges. Their resentment compounds over

Even if you've escaped unscathed, the misfortune may have been passed your son. Think about it.

in Oscar. "You-How do you know about

noticed this but had initially refrained from mentioning it, adhering to certain

wild animals. Of course, he could do it if it were solely for survival. However, he had crossed a line when he once captured a young monkey for a lucrative deal. Despite the mother

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

the mother

him.

her hand and pressed a

Oscar. He looked at Wynter

to give birth,