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

Chapter 121
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Chapter 122 Who Made Mr. Yarwood Stop the Meeting Wynter remained calm. “He's on a business trip." At that moment, Susan turned into an ally. "Mrs. Yates Senior, I can testify that Wynter isn't lying to you about this. I saw him get into a fancy car with my own eyes! It has to cost at least six million dollars!" Wynter hadn't made the connection between the Maybeck and six million dollars. She was currently typing out a text message to her incredibly attractive patient. The message was simple.

"I need to borrow you for a while." "HandsPatient” replied almost instantly with, "???" Wynter then replied, “I'll explain later." HandsPatient texted back, "Okay." Now that she had permission, Wynter felt at ease.

Still, Margaret was concerned. "He seems to cfrom such a good background... Wynter, what if he mistreats- "He listens to me," Wynter cut in curtly.

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Margaret was elated. "That's great! That's really great!" Only then did Wynter let out a sigh of relief.

Margaret then continued, "But why can't I help but feel like something is off? How long have you known each other?" Wynter said without batting an eye, "He fell forat first sight." Susan clapped her hands together. "That makes perfect sense. Look at our Wynter's beauty. Who wouldn't fall for her?" But Margaret wasn't so easy to bluff. "I've never seen him look for you." Wynter waved her phone. “We talk online." Susan added, "I know! You and him video call each other, right? That's what all young couples do these days!" Wynter smiled minutely, thinking to herself, "Aunt Susan, keep going." Margeret pondered it for a moment. "Then give him a video call now." This caught her off guard. Wynter thought of a stalling tactic. "Letask if he's free." Margaret nodded along with Susan. Their eyes were filled with anticipation.

Wynter typed out a text, "Can you take a video call right now?" She added a smiley emoji, hoping he would pick up on it.

When he saw the emoji, he knew that she wanted him to reject her. It was settled. then. He was not going to follow her plan.

HandsPatient replied, "Sure." Margaret was overjoyed. "He said yes!" Wynter never thought that things would go south! "Wynter, call him!" Susan urged.

Wynter was speechless. Fine. She was going to call him. After all, he was the one who agreed. She pressed the video call button. Soon, the call connected, and ant image appeared on her screen.

It was a man wearing a dark suit sitting in a leather chair. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on his nose. His gaze was piercing. It looked intellectual, but also sensual.

He was graceful and handsin a way she couldn't describe. There was a giant projector screen behind him and a floor-to-ceiling window to his right.

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It looked like he was in the penthouse of a skyscraper. She could even see the financial district's landmarks outside the window.

"Are you in a meeting?" Wynter cocked an eyebrow. "I'll call you back then." Dalton's elegant face appeared on the screen. He said with amusement in his voice," No need. I happen to be taking a break."

Taking a break? The other people in the conference room didn't so I't so much as dare to make alloud noise. Still, they were very grateful to the caller.

She had saved their asses! Before this call cin, they were all on edge, unsure of whether they were going to be their boss' next victim.

Dalton's gaze swept over the people around the table. The look in his eyes was enough to make the branch managers silently pack up their things and leave... However, they still wondered who this caller was. Who had enough charm to make Dalton's gaze soften like that? "It's not a bother at all. My colleagues have left." Before the door shut completely, the others could still faintly hear his deep, melodious voice. Max even wondered whether his boss had been possessed. What a terrifying mystical force!

Dalton got up from his leather chair, revealing his black slacks and black shirt. His collar was slightly undone. Through the screen, he appeared even more aloof and handsto Wynter. "Well, what is it?"