The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1116 His Identity

Chapter 1116 His Identity

Then what did that make Tobias? He could instantly borrow the powers from the Epoch Collection.

Although Wynter had imprinted the coin to protect Tobias, the situation earlier seemed more than offering protection.

Wynter couldn't deduce anything from her family's physical appearances. She touched the now blackened coin and felt the lingering heat. It was a testament to the force exerted. What was happening?

Wynter didn't think Tobias was deceiving her. He genuinely didn't understand these things and had his dreams and pursuits.

If it wasn't him in this life who could harness the Epoch Collection's power, then what about his past life?

Ever since entering the formation, Wynter had been eager to know more about her family's past, particularly her brothers' previous lives.

Even without solid clues, the desire to know persisted. But she could deduce nothing.

While Wynter pondered, Tobias, frightened by Logan's words, said, "Smelling candle wax? What kind of fetish is that?"

Wynter glanced at him. "It's not a fetish. Haven't you heard the saying 'People fight for breath, spirits fight for candles?' To them, the candle wax is crucial.

"Alijah Felton is problematic, but you have even more issues."

Wynter's gaze returned to Logan. "What happened to you?"

Logan was confused. 'In simple terms, you were possessed," Wynter explained, casually pocketing the Epoch Collection she had picked up. Tobias' situation could wait. As for the Fenton family, she needed to inquire further.

Meanwhile, Dalton's gaze swept over, his eyes shifting for the first time. It surprised him that someone from that lineage remained and was right beside him.

Logically, that lineage should have perished long ago, with no chance of reincarnation. Yet, after regaining part of his cultivation, Dalton could distinctly sense these auras.

The Epoch Collection someone had just pocketed was burnt through. This indicated that the user was an expert.

Of all the Quinnell men, Tobias seemed the least likely to wield such power. Yet, he was the one who had used it.

Dalton's fingers twitched. As he looked up, he met Whitley's gaze.

Whitley had been observing Dalton. His focus was unwavering, as he wanted to verify his instincts.

Whitley was certain now that Dalton recognized him. Initially, he was only 50 percent sure, but now, he was almost certain.

Dalton was no ordinary man. The Fankrit inscriptions entwined around him grew more intricate as he looked at the coin, suggesting an unshakable curse.

Whitley was most intrigued by the deep sense of familiarity. It was as if he had known Dalton for a very long time, much like the crow he had seen earlier.

Dalton didn't intend to hide his aura but added a warning to his gaze.

Whitley hesitated. Did Dalton not want him to reveal his suspicions to Wynter, his betrothed? Was he approaching her with an ulterior motive?

Whitley was confused. He was unsure how to convey his thoughts to Wynter, who seemed preoccupied. Whitley hoped his intuition was wrong this time.