The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393 Wynter’s Wit

Shermaine didn’t dare to think any further. In fact, she now believed that it wouldn’t be too bad to stay in the underworld for a few more years.

Dalton paid little attention to her. His gaze remained firmly on Cyrus before politely asking, “Are you not taking a seat, Cyrus?”

Cyrus had forgotten the reason for his visit, let alone sitting down.

At Dalton’s prompt, Cyrus seemed to snap back to reality. “I… Mr. Yarwood, forgive my bluntness, but what exactly is your relationship with Madam Loria?”

“An employment relationship.” Dalton cast a sidelong glance at Shermaine. “Madam Loria? That title is new to me.”

Cyrus hesitated before responding, “An employment relationship?”

“Yes,” Dalton said matter–of–factly, as if discussing the most mundane of topics. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Cyrus didn’t expect the Yarwood family to be involved in such “business” ventures.

Noticing the confusion on Cyrus‘ face, Dalton immediately understood that his people had been causing a stir in Hawford, and he was now implicated.

He felt the need to clarify, especially given Cyrus was from the Whitman family. “She was deliberately placed into the Wray family. The Yarwood family also needs to establish a presence in the Hawford’s market.”

So, that was the case…

Wynter observed the bracelet beads scattered across the floor. Her fingers traced a bead as she pondered the situation.

She had been curious about Shermaine’s intricacies. Though Dalton’s explanation did make sense, there were still some puzzling aspects.

Cyrus, however, was greatly shocked. He had seen how the Wray family operated behind the scenes. But he had never encountered anyone who could place someone so close to Kenton.

It wasn’t just Kenton. The people Shermaine knew were people of considerable standing in Hawford and not merely business figures.

Shermaine didn’t deny it. She was more than ready to agree with whatever Dalton said. “Mr. Yarwood’s network is deeply embedded. That’s why I was cautious about revealing my identity. Mr. Whitman, please don’t read too much into it.”

Cyrus was still processing the information when Wynter walked out. She squeezed a bracelet bead on her hand and asked with a light smile, “Cyrus, what are you thinking about?”

“Perhaps about my private life,” Dalton answered for Cyrus with a gentle cough and a hint of amusement.” My subordinate’s actions must have led to such speculations.”

Wynter raised an eyebrow before her gaze fell on Shermaine. “Are you Madam Loria?”

Shermaine could hardly bring herself to look directly at Wynter. She knew all too well that Wynter was the Teason Dalton had suffered. She couldn’t help but wonder if Wynter knew that Dalton had nearly broken

her legs previously.

Shermaine assumed that Wynter was most likely unaware of this past conflict. After all, the scars on

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Dalton’s body were all inflicted by Wynter.

Clearly, Wynter had forgotten the grudges between them. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have allowed Dalton to hold her so freely just moments ago.

“Yes, Mrs. Yarwood.” Shermaine was terrified to expose even a single trace of her energy. After all, she knew better than anyone the cultivation power Wynter possessed.

Wynter took a few steps closer, her gaze lingering on Shermaine’s brow. Her fingers lightly toyed with the bracelet beads. Her presence was unmistakable despite standing next to Dalton.

“Madam Loria, I’m just asking, but have we met before?”

Shermaine’s response was swift. “No. With a distinct presence like yours, I’d definitely remember if we had.”

“Oh?” Wynter chuckled softly, and her thoughts remained inscrutable. “That makes sense. Someone like you, Madam Loria, is certainly not easy to forget, either.”

Shermaine silently wished Wynter could forget her.

Wynter wasn’t–the type to make things difficult for others. However, Shermaine’s immediate denial seemed almost too quick, suggesting she was concealing something.

Dalton was like a puzzle, and so were the people around him. Wynter couldn’t help but wonder what the final picture would look like when all the pieces fell into place.