Chapter 98 Wynter’s Questioning
The other party wasn’t someone who knew Wynter before. After all, her identity was
safe now.
However, no matter who it was, attacking her in the alley was equivalent to a
violation of her taboo-Margaret lived there.
The gangster trembled, scared to death. He stammered, “I-I don’t know! Miss, we usually do odd jobs. We’ll do anything if the client pays us. I don’t know who asked us to come here!”
His words sounded confused, and something sounded wrong to Wynter.
She demanded, “Are you taking illegal orders?”
“Uh…” the gangster looked at his leader, who lay on the ground.
When she didn’t get a response, Wynter stepped on the man’s hand.
The man curled up in pain, shouting desperately, “Yes! W-we’re taking illegal orders!”
She moved her foot away, looking at the man who turned pale with fright. “It seems you’re the leader. Tell me what the order was.”
“Doesn’t matter how we do it, but we must get you out of Southdale.” He raised his aching hand, afraid to provoke her. He asked, “Why don’t you think about who your enemy is?”
Wynter let go of him. “I have too many enemies. I can’t guess.”
The gangsters were stunned.
Dalton giggled. He was in a suit and was almost spotless. He looked deep and handsome as he watched Wynter.
She suspected he was trying to seduce her. She raised her eyebrows and said alluringly, “I don’t mind if a handsome man laughs at me.”
Dalton approached her and smoothed out her long hair that had gotten messed up during the fight. He said hoarsely, “Do you need Ethan to investigate this?”
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“No need.” Wynter listened to his voice, not paying much attention to his actions. You didn’t have any lozenges?”
Dalton smiled. “I ate them. But I have a meeting. I wanted to tell you that before! leave.”
She nodded, pulled his wrist over, and pressed two fingers up to it to check his pulse. At the same time, she signaled the gangsters. “Go ahead.”
The gangsters had goosebumps as they watched the intimacy between Wynter and
Dalton. “What?”
“How did you get the order? Offline or online?” Wynter smiled meaningfully. “Do you still want me to teach you the underworld rules?”
The gangsters were shocked. She acted like one of them!
“It was online. We originally made small loans. But as debt collectors, we have to be
unscrupulous. We couldn’t do it,” the man explained firmly and loudly.
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