The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1624

Curious about Edward's earlier remark, Wynter watched him interact with the voice on the screen. Though she couldn't hear their conversation, she deduced that they had reached some sort of agreement given the circumstances.

However, she realized that Wolf was running behind schedule and wondered if he had encountered any problems.

Wynter cast another glance at the clock on the wall. She couldn't allow herself to be sold off, or else she would lose the golden opportunity to strike.

Meanwhile, Elsie exclaimed with excitement, "Six million! It looks like no one is interested in following up with a bid. Congratulations to Mr. Tiger for—"

"Ten million." A languid voice suddenly sounded among the crowd.

Everyone turned around to see a man in a black tuxedo seated at the mid-height area. Black feathers draped over his shoulders, and his mask added an air of mystery rather than an unsettling vibe.

More importantly, he exuded a dignified yet indifferent presence. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes held a dark intensity that left everyone stunned by his enigmatic nature.

"Is he a newbie?" came a curious inquiry.

"He seems like a new face, but I can't help thinking he's crazier than me! Who in their right mind would sit beside Ms. Fox?" Someone broke into laughter.

Dalton's presence seemed perfectly fitting for such occasions, as if he belonged in the darkness. Beneath his calm demeanor lay a deep well of malevolence, instinctively causing everyone to pull away from him—everyone except Edward.

Edward was slightly alarmed when Dalton glanced up. He turned to the bid assistant beside him and inquired if they had looked into this newcomer. The bid assistant affirmed that Dalton was clear of any suspicion.

Wait, how did he recognize her in disguise? Did he intend to rescue her with such tactics? Considering Dalton's wealth, it seemed entirely possible.

As Wynter affirmed her assumption, Hozier shouted with a terrifying glare, "11 million! I'm warning you, mister, don't take from a dying man!"

Dalton shot him a glance and calmly added another nine million to the bid. Infuriated, Hozier attempted to approach him but was stopped by a bid assistant.

"Please abide by the auction rules, sir," the bid assistant advised.

Clutching his chest, Hozier closed his eyes and rasped, "I bid for her to save my own life. You don't look like you're dying anytime soon, and you're probably very young. I don't know who you are, but don't you think it's absurd to bid 20 million for such an ordinary product?"