The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 His Voice Sounded Familiar 

Doris then sent Franklin a private message. “Mr. Lynch, may I ask privately, is this your request or Mr. Yarwood’s?” 

“I requested it. Any problem?” Franklin replied. 

As Dalton’s special assistant, it was Franklin’s responsibility to pay attention to his boss’s priorities. 

This was a skill expected of a professional CEO’s special assistant. 

“Oh, no problem at all. It’s just that Mr. Yarwood suddenly rewarded a female streamer with an internal account the other day, so I thought… 

“Well, never mind then. Please ignore me, Mr. Lynch. Don’t worry, only the three of us top executives know about Mr. Yarwood’s account!” 

Female streamer? Female? 

Franklin took a deep breath and typed, “Please share that streamer’s live streaming channel with me as well, Ms. Yoder.” 

Doris immediately complied, a smile on her face. 

It seemed that Mr. Yarwood was planning to focus on developing their department. Good. thing they had signed this streamer! They would need to reward that moderator with a bonus later! 

As Franklin left the meeting room, he quickly scrolled through the live streaming channel ” Empathy Clinic“. 

His heart relaxed a bit when he found out it was, in fact, a medical–related channel. He assumed that Dalton must be interested in it for work–related reasons. 

Meanwhile, in the meeting room, Dalton waited for about three minutes before receiving a reply. 

Empathy Clinic: “Mr. Yarwood, it seems you’re quite interested in me and have been following closely.” 

Standing upright in front of the medicine cabinet, Wynter typed with a slight chill beneath the medical goggles she wore. 

She bit off the glove from her other hand, her gesture accentuating the elegance of her face. 

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Judging from her response, Dalton could easily tell she wasn’t in a good mood at the 

moment. 

With a little hesitation, he replied. 

Emperor VIP Sir Yarwood: “I apologize for any rudeness from the Yarwood family in the past.” 

Taken aback by his reply, Wynter was momentarily at a loss for words. 

How could such an arrogant and aloof man, known as the cold–blooded tyrant of Sorzada City, be so unpredictable? 

Raising her eyebrows, Wynter typed, “Did he tell you this?” 

Before she tapped send, she felt her tone seemed too intimate and inappropriate, so she deleted it and retyped it. 

Suddenly, a voice call interrupted her. 

Without much thought, Wynter answered the call. 

The person on the other end seemed to chuckle softly before saying, “You’ve been typing and deleting for a while. What is it you want to say?” 

His voice had a pleasant, gentle tone that exuded a captivating charm, like that of a voice actor telling stories at midnight. 

When Wynter heard his warm voice through the phone, she felt a sensation as if something was tickling her ear, inexplicably warming it. 

She adjusted her posture to listen more attentively, her brow furrowed. “Your voice…” 

“What about it?” Dalton’s hand abruptly paused as he was signing a document.