The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1332

Chapter 1332 Offerings 

Taylor knew all too well the way Kenton operated. With his vindictive nature, there was no doubt that Kenton would set Wynter up in the upcoming practical exercises. 

Taylor was undoubtedly concerned. Wynter wasn’t just aiming to win the project but also intended to revitalize several declining industries as well. This was a massive undertaking. 

It wasn’t that he opposed Wynter’s efforts to support farmers. After all, the Whitmans had always believed in using their wealth to help others. 

However, agricultural support typically had low returns and was notoriously difficult to break into the market. Otherwise, Orson and the others wouldn’t be struggling so much. 

Such an endeavor required strong backing from local resources, and all of that needed to be sourced. 

“Wynter, we need to have a serious talk,” Taylor finally said. 

Not only was Taylor looking concerned, but even Reuben’s expression had grown much more serious. 

“Taylor, go arrange the car. We are heading back to the Whitman residence.” Reuben made his decision swiftly and firmly. “Orson, wait for our call.” 

Wynter realized that Reuben and Taylor might have misunderstood her intentions. 

As she was thinking about how to clear things up, she noticed Lucius looking over at her. The meaning in his gaze was unmistakable. He wanted her to maintain his good–guy image. 

Wynter rubbed the bridge of her nose and muttered under her breath, “I can’t even explain myself right now. How am I supposed to cover for you, too?” 

“What are you mumbling back there, Wynter?” Taylor turned around, not quite catching what Wynter had said. 

Wynter put on a serious expression. “My mom and Uncle Noah are probably still held up outside. Grandpa, can we bring Mom back to the Whitman residence with us?” 

Upon hearing this, Reuben paused for a moment as he leaned on his cane. He neither agreed nor disagreed. 

Wynter took his silence as a yes. “I’ll go get them right now!” 

“No need for you to fetch them.” Reuben then glanced at Taylor. “You go.” 

Taylor hadn’t seen Marie in a long time, and his emotions were a mess now. “Alright.” 

“Wynter, you’ll ride with me. I have some things to discuss with you.” Reuben had many concerns weighing on his mind. He needed to share them with Wynter to put himself at ease. 

Wynter was unusually obedient at this moment. Although she was curious about Serenity Hotel’s owner, there would be time for that later. Once the matter with the Wray family was settled, she planned to thoroughly investigate the place. 

As she thought about this, Wynter glanced at the nearby surveillance camera. That single look caused Dalton’s hand, which was holding a teacup, to pause momentarily. 

Today, he wore gold–rimmed glasses which complemented his perfectly tailored suit. It gave him an air that seemed out of place in the current era. 

Instead, he looked as if he belonged to the same period as Serenity Hotel itself. He was restrained and noble, just like the son of a military commander, returning from overseas. 

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“Mr. Yarwood, did Ms. Quinnell just glance our way?” Gail, who was standing behind Dalton, spoke up. 

Dalton responded with a calm hum, his tone measured. “With the camera positioned so obviously, it’s no surprise she noticed.” 

“What should I say if she decides to come up here one day?” Gail asked cautiously, testing the waters. Dalton’s gaze lingered on the ancient script inscription on Wynter’s neck, his voice deep and steady. “Tell her to come directly to me.” 

“Aren’t you 

worried about exposing your identity?” Gail was still waiting for Dalton’s soul to be fully unified. Dalton set down his teacup, his eyes darkening. “It’s about time she started remembering some things.” 

Gail wondered if Dalton was going to seek revenge. But the question lingered in his mind, and he didn’t dare voice it. After all, he was never certain of Dalton’s intention. 

Dalton’s fingers, fair and slender, lightly tapped his scarlet rosary bracelet. “In Hawford, who has been making offerings to me?”