The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1138

Austin's eyes widened in shock. What did Wynter mean by possessing his body?

Wynter didn't have time to explain much. With a single hand lowered, she steadily chanted, "Begone, spirit. Release this vessel's hold and return to whence you came in peace unfold."

With each word she uttered, Alijah's expression grew more ferocious, as though he were looking for the next vessel. However, all four directions were sealed off, and he couldn't escape.

As Wynter spoke the final word, Alijah suddenly roared to the sky, releasing a thick black mist.

Wynter noticed it and timely evaded it.

But the black mist headed unabashedly toward Dalton's direction because that was the only gap left.

Every malevolent spirit loved bodies with dense fortune, aside from immediate kin.

When Alijah saw Dalton, his eyes lit up. Dalton had such a potent fortune. Just one suck would help him recover from the injuries he'd suffered.

Sucking his fortune was fine, but possessing him wasn't.

Alijah wasn't stupid. He knew such people bore heavenly luck.

But after all, Dalton was human. Regardless of who it was, if their energy was sucked away by a malevolent spirit, they would fall ill.

Wynter didn't want Dalton's condition to worsen. She had fed him so much precious herbal medicine, and she hadn't borrowed his fortune regularly. Where did this malevolent spirit get its nerve?

At this thought, Wynter raised her hand, ready to dismiss Alijah.

Austin, however, stood in front of her. "Wynter, don't!"

He knew Wynter's methods. If she acted, Alijah would be finished.

Blocked like this, Wynter missed the best opportunity to stop Alijah.

Alijah immediately took the opportunity to get closer to Dalton.

What was this feeling? Why did he feel controlled, with his only thought being to kneel and beg for mercy? It was as if standing for another second would make him vanish forever.

Alijah saw Dalton smiling.

"Filthy," Dalton muttered a single word, as if mocking Alijah's ignorance.

Filthy?

Before Alijah could react, Dalton was pulled away.

It was Wynter. Her speed was fast enough that it looked as if Dalton escaped harm because Alijah didn't touch him.

In reality, only Alijah knew what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Dalton feigned surprise at the right moment and suppressed his presence. With his wrist held by Wynter, he spoke with a gentle cough. "What's going on with Mr. Fenton Senior?"