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



Chapter 1415 Everyone Is Afraid of You

Wynter enjoyed conversing with someone sharp. Her dark eyes gleamed as she spoke, "I got a package deal. The urban village is just a bonus since they had to give me something sweet first. After all, this is a trap set by the Wrays."

Dalton chuckled as he listened to Wynter. "Seems like the Wray family puts a lot of trust in the reincarnate predictions. He's assuming she's 100 percent accurate."

"Well, her stock market predictions have been pretty spot-on," Wynter took another sip of water. "The overall direction hasn't deviated much, either. Isn't there a meeting happening right now? I heard they're discussing development."

Dalton looked at her. "But they're missing a lot of details."

Wynter mused inwardly that no matter how many times Yvette might be reborn, she probably wouldn't outwit Dalton. "Yes, they're off by quite a bit."

She leaned in close and whispered, "I know you're smart, but maybe tone it down a bit. We're still in the village, and someone might overhear."

Dalton placed his left hand against her forehead gently before pushing her back slightly. "I smell like smoke."

He did, but...

Wynter raised an eyebrow. "You still smell pretty good."

She was different from others. It genuinely lifted Dalton's mood when she leaned in.

Dalton didn't bother hiding his amusement and casually glanced at Joseph, who was standing far away.

Sensing his cue, Joseph approached respectfully. "Mr. Yarwood."

"About the land we discussed earlier, let them know to give the Wrays a little competition." Dalton continued in a slow and deliberate tone, "Have some fun with them."

Joseph's fingers momentarily froze. After a brief hesitation, he nodded. "Understood."

He naturally understood the deeper implications having worked with Dalton for so long. The price would definitely be driven up with the Yarwood family entering the bidding.

Dalton was doing this so that the Wray family would end up paying twice the amount for the land. And it was clear from how Dalton had said it that he had no intention of actually acquiring the land. It was just a game.

Even Wynter paused for a moment. She had overlooked this tactic while bringing Cyrus around. It seemed that, once again, Dalton had outplayed her. He had effortlessly turned the situation to his advantage.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

After all, if they were both here for a site assessment, it would only make sense to take action

that would align with the situation.

"Mr. Wray will only feel more confident if you play it this way." Wynter shook her head and she continued quietly, "This is what people mean by never judging a book by its cover. The more handsome they are, the more ruthless they can be."

Dalton heard her clearly and glanced down at her. "And who am I doing this for?"

"For me." Wynter's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Not a bad move."

He stepped closer, the faint scent of smoke mixed with lingering sandalwood brushing over her. "As long as you understand."

Wynter glanced around, noting that no one seemed poised to interrupt their conversation. However, this wasn't the best place for such a discussion, and she wasn't used to public displays of affection.

"Do you have any other business to take care of?" Wynter smoothly changed the subject.

There was indeed a meeting that could go on with or without him. His subordinates would be more than happy if he skipped it.

"Nothing pressing," Dalton replied casually.

Joseph, along with those who had already left, collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

The project lead, in particular, felt a deep surge of gratitude for Wynter. He had no idea what Wynter and Dalton had discussed, but one thing was clear-his position as the project's lead was safe, at least for today.

Wynter noticed the reactions of everyone around her and shifted her gaze back to Dalton. His face was undeniably pleasing to the eye, and the suit he wore seemed to elevate in value simply because it graced his frame.

On top of that, he was considerate and gentle, with a pale, almost delicate complexion. He was practically one of those tragic, pitiable characters straight out of a novel.

If only he didn't exude such a powerful presence. But then again, as a CEO, it was probably unavoidable. How else would he command respect? But were they really that fearful of him? It seemed a little excessive.

With that thought, Wynter decided to test the waters. "So... will you come with me?"

Everyone around them snapped their heads up. Their eyes were filled with undeniable genuine anticipation.

Dalton chuckled softly. "Sure."