The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Meeting Mr. Yarwood 

Wynter’s kick struck brutally, leaving Ewan bloodied and sprawled on the ground. 

Wanda, trembling with fear, dared not speak a word. 

Wynter’s eyes simmered with anger as she half–bent to lift him up. She said, “I never wanted to resort to violence in front of Grandma, but someone like you truly deserves it.” 

Ewan cowered. He cast a desperate glance at Margaret and begged, “Mom, do something, please!” 

“Only now you decide to call her ‘Mom‘?” Wynter’s eyes blazed with crimson fury as she lifted his face. “When you tossed Grandma out, did you conveniently forget she’s your 

mother?” 

“Thud!” Wynter’s next blow reverberated like thunder. The tangible hostility emanating from her sent shivers of dread down the entire alleyway. 

Being by Margaret’s side, she had suppressed her emotions for too long, always putting on a 

facade. 

She wasn’t exactly a saint to begin with, and this sudden outburst shook everyone to the 

core. 

Downstairs at the Chamber of Commerce, Wolf stopped next to Larry. 

Before Larry could ask anything, Wolf looked up, and his eyes returned to their usual color. 

In the rugged terrain of Southdale’s deep mountains, a dark omen unfolded as a flock of ravens soared ominously toward the city, eclipsing the once bright sky. 

Wanda’s hands shook as she reached for her phone to call the police. “You’re going to kill 

him!” she exclaimed. 

Wynter’s gaze narrowed as she was poised to strike. 

Out of nowhere, a cold, pale hand delicately enclosed her wrist, suffused with the soothing scent of medicine. A voice, cold yet melodious, reached her ears, “Has someone been mistreating you?” 

As Wynter turned, she was met with the sight of a face so impeccably handsome, belonging 

to none other than her patient. 

His demeanor exuded regality, his skin akin to moonlit snow, and his eyes held depths as profound as ancient chants, captivating her soul completely. 

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As she locked eyes with him, her once tumultuous heart gradually quieted, likely soothed by the calming essence of the beads he wore. 

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded in response. 

Max Smith, who had flown in from Emstia, couldn’t help but wonder who was the victim 

there. 

So, it appeared this was the weak friend Dalton had been so worried about. 

Max, being Emstian, couldn’t help but doubt his grasp of the local language as he pondered which aspect of Wynter appeared vulnerable. 

With one foot still planted on Ewan, Wynter greeted casually, “Is this your friend?” 

“Sort of,” Dalton replied, “I brought him here for treatment.” 

Wynter turned to Smith and greeted him with a casual “Hi.” Her attitude toward the paying client was consistently friendly. 

However, Smith couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by her demeanor, unsure 

whether or not to intervene. 

“Ethan, take the troublemakers away, “Dalton interjected coldly. 

Wynter lifted her foot from where it had been on Ewan and chuckled lightly. “No need, just a family matter,” she remarked casually. 

With those simple words, “family matter,” everyone understood it was best not to interfere. 

Wynter gave Ewan another kick. “Dare to come back again?” she asked. 

Ewan could only mumble incoherently. 

Wanda glared at Margaret and scolded, “Mom, are you just going to stand there and watch your son get beaten?” 

“We no longer have a mother–son relationship,” Margaret said. She let out a sigh and turned to Wynter. “Wynter, let them go.” 

Wynter, still wearing a smile, obediently complied. 

Wanda’s expression darkened as she shot Wynter a malicious glare. 

However, this time she didn’t act upon it. Instead, she silently helped Ewan up and left without a word. 

Despite the troubles recently, the Scotts could easily handle someone like Wynter. 

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As she locked eyes with him, her once tumultuous heart gradually quieted, likely soothed by the calming essence of the beads he wore. 

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded in response. 

Max Smith, who had flown in from Emstia, couldn’t help but wonder who was the victim there. 

So, it appeared this was the weak friend Dalton had been so worried about. 

Max, being Emstian, couldn’t help but doubt his grasp of the local language as he pondered which aspect of Wynter appeared vulnerable. 

With one foot still planted on Ewan, Wynter greeted casually, “Is this your friend?” 

“Sort of,” Dalton replied, “I brought him here for treatment.”