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

Chapter 1379 Wynter's Promise Is Accomplished

"Haven't you met him before?" Cleo was deep in thought before he continued, "What do you think?"

Alaric hesitated to answer Cleo's question. From both his demeanor and appearance, Dalton bore a striking resemblance to that man.

When Alaric first saw Dalton, he had even thought they were the same person. But, upon further reflection, it was highly impossible. No matter how advanced medical technology might be, one could not escape aging.

Alaric and Cleo were both on the brink of death. They had experienced nearly everything life had to offer.

Yet, when confronted with a figure so reminiscent of a long-lost acquaintance, they nearly gave in to the impulse to confirm his identity. Alaric had also inquired with Serenity Hotel but received no response.

After all these years, if Dalton truly were that man, he should have aged beyond recognition or even passed away.

"Mr. Sinclair, do you want to investigate personally?" Alaric refilled Cleo's tea and asked in a lowered voice.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Cleo glanced at the documents handed to him. "It's necessary to investigate. But approaching the Yarwood family would make our intentions too obvious."

"Are you suggesting..." Alaric's eyes lit up, and he was visibly elated.

Cleo was indeed old now. He trembled slightly as he stood. "I was just an insignificant beggar when Mr. Quinnell Senior was alive. After all these years, it's time I meet his descendants."

"You're still worried." Alaric lowered his gaze. "Even back then, Shane Quinnell was a disappointment to you."

The impact of Shane's actions was profound. It not only strained the relationship between the Quinnell and Whitman families but also eroded the confidence of everyone observing the Quinnells. Though Shane had been locked up, the consequences of his actions lingered.

Cleo looked at Alaric, and his gaze darkened. "Let's hope she's not like her father."

"She won't be. She is someone those old fellows praised. And the situation with the Blaise family speaks volumes," Alaric spoke urgently, clearly fond of Wynter.

He continued, "We have been keeping a close eye on the Blaise family's matter as well. Someone who knows Orson would know that he would never have entrusted Ms. Quinnell with the factory's operations if she had ill intentions."

Indeed, Alaric's words were true. The Blaise family had decided to grant half of their shares

to Wynter rather than merely providing financial aid.

Some of the Quinnell family's ex-associates felt uneasy upon hearing the news.

Their previous reluctance to step forward was due to a desire to prevent their limited assets from being influenced by foreign capital. But now, their current willingness to come forward was because they saw a reflection of Gordon's legacy in Wynter.

The rise of domestic brands was finally on the horizon! This was a signal deliberately sent out by Wynter. Otherwise, she wouldn't have executed her plans in such a grand manner.

The market had been stagnant for too long, and consumers had become desensitized to the decline.

For a while, certain public figures were extolling foreign goods online. Everything from foreign products to foreign air was being praised as superior to what was available domestically.

Many of the cherished brands from childhood had been scattered and overshadowed by well -marketed foreign investments, no longer holding the renown they once had.

Wynter's goal had been to break the online barriers for domestic products that were still holding on. It wasn't just about the Blaise family's applesauce factory but also about showcasing other domestic brands.

The older generation had been right in their insistence on creating their own products. That was the only way to carve out a path for domestic enterprises in Cascadia.

It was easy to compromise with the Capital, but one could hope there were still individuals who, when faced with the Capital, refused to yield and remained dedicated to serving the people.

Fabian, who was still far away in Kingborne, couldn't help but exclaim in the conference room when he heard of Wynter's action, "Well done!"