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



Chapter 1384 Finding the Charming Fiancé

The Montclair family was bound to react once news of the Blaise family's incident broke out. After all, throughout the whole affair, Wynter hadn't allowed Cyrus to make an appearance.

Wynter wanted to gauge the Montclair family's character as well as Ophelia's reaction. To her, human nature was the hardest to predict. Hence, there was no harm in preparing for any eventuality in advance.

As for Cyrus, it was time for him to grow up. Otherwise, the situation with the Whitman family would remain unresolved.

Cyrus hadn't been idle in his thoughts. The events with the Blaise family had a profound impact on him. If he had previously been unclear about the kind of business Reuben intended to build or what "domestic products" truly meant, today, he understood it all.

He had even started to question himself. He wondered if all those years of overseas exposure had been of any real use.

When he voiced this doubt, Wynter answered after opening the door, "It's only by seeing the global perspective that we can bring our own products to the world. Of course, it's useful.

"Grandpa probably believes the same. That's why he didn't oppose you studying abroad from a young age, no?"

"No. That's because Grandpa doesn't really care about me," Cyrus said softly.

"You were born into the Whitman family. You should understand that the luxurious life you enjoy is the result of others' hard work. You're a grown man fussing over trivial details. Are you a mama's boy?"

Despite Wynter's indifferent expression, her words hit hard.

Cyrus took a deep breath. "I-"

"The Montclairs," Wynter interrupted. "In essence, you were raised by the Montclairs because Uncle Noah was too busy to look after you."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus widened his eyes in surprise.

Wynter pressed the elevator button. "You've been following me all day. Surely, you are not still shocked by my abilities.

"It's quite simple to investigate you. After all, the traitors in the Whitman family are linked to Mrs. Montclair Senior. I have to allocate some attention to this."

"Grandma... she... she's doing this for my sake." Cyrus tried defending Tamia. "She just overthinks too much."

Wynter remained silent on the matter and instead said, "You're still so stupid."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Cyrus tightened his fists. "I get it. I am nothing compared to you."

Wynter said slowly, "You don't need to feel inferior when it comes to our abilities. After all, there aren't many who are stronger than me.

"What I want to know is what you think about all this. After all, Uncle Noah's biggest regret is that he left you to the Montclair family's care while he was busy. And look at you now.

"To be completely honest with you, I'm stepping in to help because I don't want Grandpa's hopes to be dashed. I'll help as much as I can, but if you can't be saved, that's up to you."

Hearing this, Cyrus' eyes turned red. "Of course, I'll listen to you. I promised my dad before I came out that I would follow your guidance."

"Then put away your little schemes. Uncle Noah and Aunt Ophelia's relationship issues are not your concern right now. If your phone is affecting your judgment, I'll take it away."

Wynter lifted his chin as she continued, "When you get in later, sit there and think clearly about what your dear grandma has achieved after all these years of raising you."

Cyrus didn't protest. He knew he should reflect on why everything turned out so differently from what he had imagined.

It was impossible that there weren't any bodyguards around in the place where Dalton was. Wynter was quite at ease handing Cyrus over to the Shadows.

However, it was the Shadows that were less at ease with her. As she headed toward the room, someone stopped her. "Ms. Quinnell, Mr. Yarwood isn't free to meet you now. Please wait-"

"Not free?" Wynter chuckled lightly. "Is there a woman inside?"

The Shadow's expression grew quite suspicious as his gaze shifted upward.

"Is there really a woman inside?" Wynter's eyes fell on the door with a hint of an inscrutable emotion in her gaze.