Chapter 587
After all, this wasn’t a game. Generally, those attending such events were either involved in family businesses from a young age or graduates from business schools.
Even the young ladies of the upper class in Kingbourne might not necessarily have experience in business management.
But no matter how one looked at it, with Fabian publicly delegating authority, the others would also acknowledge their new leader.
The banquet was lively.
Many people crowded around Wynter, wanting to chat with her. After all, she also brought Dalton along.
“Ms. Quinnell, do you feel confident about managing the company?”
“What suggestions do you have for the recent overseas markets and investments?”
There were also questions about recent conflicts and their impact on the economy.
In general, business people would usually discuss such topics at these kinds of events.
Upon hearing this, Wynter directly pulled Dalton over and said politely, “My fiance will answer your questions. Please talk to him.”
With that, she was about to leave, but Dalton reached out and pulled her into his arms. He chuckled softly, his voice magnetic and pleasant to hear. “Do you want me to handle the situations you don’t want
to deal with?”
He was too close to her. The difference between before the official announcement and after it was
obvious.
His elegant voice, mixed with warmth, hit her earlobes gently. He looked down at her, and his dark eyes
seemed to possess a bewitching power that could easily ensnare anyone.
Wynter could feel his breath on her, especially when he drew closer, and his nose was almost touching
her forehead.
In that instant, Wynter once again sensed his unusual tension, as if all sorts of creatures were entangled around him, with a looming black mist that seemed to want to engulf her whole.
Wynter suddenly raised her head.
Leo had begun to tremble, and even the twins didn’t dare release a breath.
What was going on here?
Leo was a bit puzzled. Could it be that Dalton’s affection for Wynter was fake?
Wynter didn’t doubt it. She only had one feeling–the inexplicably deathly aura emanating from him made her furrow her brows. Wynter put her lucky coin on his hand without saying a word. “Be a good
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