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

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Chapter 216 Video Call of the Two Max was speechless hearing that. Dalton treated them as if they didn't exist.

Wynter thought for a moment. “I do have a question." "Alright, hold on." Dalton looked at the man sweating profusely before him. “You can leave now. I want to see the results by tomorrow." Wynter could hear faint noises coming from the other end of the line. Though it wasn't very clear, it sounded oppressive.

The person talking to Dalton seemed exceptionally respectful toward him. He even spoke with a sense of fear. "Yes, Mr..." Wynter didn't catch the last word clearly. But by the tshe snapped out of it, the call had switched to a video call. It was a sudden call from him, but she didn't decline it. Wynter was always casual, treating voice and video calls similarly.

Soon, Dalton appeared on the screen. He was dressed in a black suit with his long legs crossed in an executive chair as if just finishing a meeting. His tie was slightly loosened, revealing a little of his chest, which looked seductive.

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As the video call connected, he raised his head, showing his handsface. "What do you want to ask?" he asked while leaning back. As his voice was husky, it drew people in.

Wynter gasped again at the allure of his looks. Facing him was different from just hearing his voice. She felt a rush through her veins whenever she laid eyes on him. A desire to possess him stirred within her. Suppressing her thoughts, Wynter met his gaze.

Dalton, however, looked away. He said gentlemanly yet aloofly, "Your shirt." His voice had a hint of unusual hoarseness.

Shirt? Wynter lowered her gaze, realizing her white T-shirt was slightly transparent after her shower. It was clinging to her collarbones, which indeed might not have been suitable for public viewing.

As she raised an eyebrow, she took down the towel and removed the hair tie from her head, letting her long hair fall freely over her shoulders.

With her exquisite features, the mole under her eyes added a hint of innocence and mischief to her charm.

During the process, Dalton kept his eyes low, idly playing with his red beaded bracelet. He was acting as though he was unaffected by whatever was happening on her end.

He looked like a calm business tycoon on the outside, but his fingers playing with the beds betrayed his anxiety. His deep eyes were indecipherable.

He thought that she would look great in a bodycon dress, maybe a light green one with the dress wrapped around her body....

"Done." Wynter casually tapped her phone.

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Only then did Dalton redirect his gaze. When he saw her current look, there was a pause. However, he quickly regained his composure. "Okay" is slightly hoarse voice sounded restrained yet deep.

This made Wynter suspicious. "Did you not get enough rest again? Is your cough getting worse?" Dalton suddenly chuckled. “Only you would think my cough is the issue,"

"What?" Wynter couldn't hear clearly, so she turned up the volon her phone. Dalton looked at her. Indeed, his throat felt a bit itchy, and a light cough escaped.

Wynter raised an eyebrow. "Remember to take your medicine." "I know, Dr. Genius." His tone held a touch of helplessness.

Wynter was always straightforward. "Was it you who asked for the M Yarwoods to help me?" Dalton didn't deny it. "Yes."

Wynter tapped her fingers on the table, smiling. "Just how close are el you and Wu Yarwood?"

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