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

Chapter 1396 Game of Survival

With Dalton monitoring the stock market, Wynter could walk right into Kenton's trap. That way, Kenton would be completely at ease.

People would often become overconfident when they were doing well, and that was when they tended to double down. Wynter had dabbled in the stock market before and understood these psychological tendencies very well.

As for Yvette, she never considered eliminating her in the past. But this time, things were different. There was a limit to how much one could tolerate aiding and abetting evil.

She didn't believe that Yvette could predict the stock market's movements with complete accuracy. That was impossible, just like how she didn't have a complete understanding of everything.

The logic was simple-if something wasn't within the scope of what one was familiar with, even if they knew about some news at the time, they wouldn't know the specifics of how it would unfold. At most, they would only know the outcome.

The reason why Wynter thought about the news was because she had carefully analyzed it. All of Yvette's actions were centered around major events that she knew about. However, she was unaware of the smaller and more intricate details.

Wynter imagined herself in Yvette's position. She might remember which lottery would win but not the exact drawing. Nobody knew they were going to be reborn, so the most likely source of information was the internet.

So, Yvette was indeed a useful tool for Wynter's opponents to use against Wynter. But at the same time, she was also the sharp blade that would allow Wynter to strike back even faster.

By using a strategy of "fighting fire with fire", Wynter could draw out even bigger fish. She wanted to see who could stand in her way.

Dalton seemed to sense her intent and looked up at Wynter. "Alright. It's my pleasure if I can help you."

If Shermaine, who had just left, saw this scene, she would definitely wonder if he had lost a piece of his soul somewhere.

After all, he was always so proud and never constrained or controlled by anyone, always doing things his way. That was why many people who wanted to collaborate with the Yarwood family were turned away.

But now, Dalton seemed like a completely different person.

Wynter, however, didn't think it was strange. If she was going to bring someone in to work with her, the profits and information had to be shared then.

So, the first question she asked was, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Dalton didn't know she was referring to Yvette. His fingers paused momentarily, but he didn't avoid her gaze.

Seeing the mark on her neck, he knew that her memories had almost fully returned. Given how familiar she was with his body, he also knew it wouldn't be long before she truly remembered the past.

He didn't want them to return to their old relationship. But, if she did remember and began to test him, he still wanted to linger in the present for a while longer. After all, the past was too awful.

Dalton's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if it were difficult for him to say it, but his voice remained clear and cold. "I believe it."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Do you?"

Wynter was about to give him a scientific explanation, but to her surprise, he just nodded and said, "And then?"

He was curious if she remembered the past. Would she rather he never woke up and stayed buried in Mount Etna forever?

Wynter didn't understand his sudden coldness. She pressed down on his wrist with one hand and took another bite of the cookie he was holding.

"Yvette was reborn. Kenton's hasty land acquisition is probably based on information he got from her." "Yvette?" Dalton squinted. She had just mentioned reincarnation, but it was about Yvette and not him. Seeing the unfamiliar look of surprise on his face, she thought he had forgotten who Yvette was and explained, "She's my grandmother's biological granddaughter."

Then, she added, "Or maybe she isn't. We still need to investigate that. But she's definitely reborn. That much is true."

As she spoke, she suddenly got interested. "Do you know what being reborn means? It's like what you read in novels, where someone goes back in time and..."

"Buy all the lottery tickets they didn't buy before." Dalton pointed to the word "lottery" she had just written, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Her ambition is low."

When it comes to money, how could ambition be considered low?

Wynter lazily propped her chin on her hand and noticed something. "You don't seem too surprised that Yvette was reborn. Normally, wouldn't people find that unbelievable?"

"I am surprised." He draped his suit jacket over her shoulders. "When she came to the Yarwood family before, there were many things she said that didn't quite add up. What you're saying now explains it all— she was reborn."

There was a playful look on his face when he said the word "reborn",

"In her memory from the previous life, I died in a car accident. It was a short life, nothing like the long life I've had now."

Hearing this, Wynter frowned. "Her memories mean nothing. You're alive and well. You'll live a long life." She didn't like hearing him talk about death at all. No one else could take away the person she saved from her. She would fight anyone who tried.

Wynter's protective stance was clear, and her eyes were cold.

Dalton noticed and paused for a moment before speaking again. "Yes, I'll live a long life."

Only then did she smile and release his wrist. "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. Not even someone who was reborn."

"Yes. You're truly remarkable, Dr. Genius," Dalton said before pulling her up. "Let's get you something to eat first. Sandwiches aren't very nutritious."

She wanted to discuss the evidence with him, but he loved taking her out to eat and drink too much. She couldn't stop him.

"You're still not surprised enough," she said while poking his handsome and distinguished face with her finger. "Aren't businessmen supposed to want some kind of cheat-code soulmate to help them?"

He glanced at her and suddenly laughed. "Are you jealous?"

"I just think it's necessary to understand your thoughts."

All of Wynter's dreams were about herself. If the idea of rebirth was real, based on her memories of her previous life before she woke up, he wasn't particularly good or bad to her. He was just like an ex-fiancée who had broken off the engagement.

However, she remembered that he had asked her about Yvette.

There were some things she couldn't quite figure out, and with her personality, she wouldn't hold back. She would just ask directly, like now.

Dalton lowered his eyes slightly. "Besides you, I have no thoughts about anyone or anything else. It's normal not to be surprised. Speaking of thoughts, what about you? What do you see me as?"

Wynter didn't expect to be turned around like this. She paused and smiled. "My fiancé."

"Really? I thought we were just ordinary online friends." He showed her his phone.

She hadn't replied to his messages much. She wasn't too busy to do it, either, so she felt a bit guilty."

Things will be different once the Wray family's matter is settled."

He never really got angry, though his mood wasn't great when he didn't hear from her. It reminded him of the time in the mountains when he was left behind while she took others for training.

He curled his lips into a cold smile. It was the kind of cold that seemed to seep into one's bones.

But he didn't show anything outwardly, as he didn't think there was anything wrong with the present situation. At least there weren't as many annoying people around her now.

"I really won't do it again." She had never been in a relationship before, so she wasn't great at comforting

people.

However, it was true that she only sought someone out when they crossed her mind. If she were a guy, she would be called a jerk by now.

Wynter decided to reflect on her behavior. "How about I make you a suit?"

"A suit?" Dalton's gaze shifted over.

She nodded. "Being a designer isn't just for show. Besides, your birthday's coming up."

He had never celebrated his birthday as he wasn't interested in it. Plus, now that his soul was almost fully restored, celebrating his birthday could have repercussions both in the human world and the underworld. But he really did want a suit made by her, so he agreed softly, "Alright."

Wynter wasn't particularly skilled in matters of the heart. Most of the time, she was indifferent.

But she didn't want him to think she was just playing around. After all, he was genuinely good to her.

Who else would want to take her out to eat and drink unconditionally or use their own life to erase the personal burdens she carried? Probably only Dalton would.

One couldn't deny that money truly was a great thing. It allowed one to enjoy pizza anywhere one went to.

After finishing the conversation about Yvette's rebirth, Wynter didn't avoid Cyrus and called him over to

join them for dinner.

Dalton had no objections. In the presence of an "elder", he remained polite and composed. One of his hands rested on the back of Wynter's chair while the other served her some pepperoni pizza.

It was an ordinary gesture, but somehow, when he did it, it was remarkably pleasing to the eye. Maybe it had to do with his demeanor, or perhaps it was just his face.

Wynter had been hungry for a while. She ate with refined manners while still getting her points across."

Cyrus, I want to acquire some land."

"Acquire land? You?" Cyrus was puzzled. Why acquire land now? Wasn't she focusing on developing the

food industry?

Wynter simply responded, "Yes, land. I need you to find someone for me."

Cyrus wanted to object, but seeing Dalton sitting across from him made him hesitate.

He had just inquired about him with his uncle, and sure enough, Dalton was ruthless in business and never

lost money.

Whoever crossed paths with him might end up swallowed whole, yet what was remarkable was that he

never used any underhanded tricks like the Wray family. Everything was above board, and he even had the clout to go head-to-head with the Darnell family.

Still, the Yarwood family had always kept a low profile.

Seeing that Dalton had no objections, Cyrus struggled to express his concerns. "Acquiring land isn't a

small matter."

"It's fine. I have enough money," Wynter replied nonchalantly.

Cyrus glanced at Dalton before continuing, "That's not what I meant. I think you should

least discuss

this with Grandpa." "There's no need to trouble Grandpa with something like this." She wiped her hands. "Besides, I also want to trade stocks, and there's no way Grandpa would approve of that."

Cyrus was taken aback, and his voice faltered slightly. "Are you really planning to trade stocks, too?"

He knew exactly what the family thought about such things. Real entrepreneurs wouldn't solely rely on

stock trading.

Even though he had been studying abroad, he had heard bits and pieces about the past. Shane... Forget it.

He might as well be blunt. "Shane-your dad..." Cyrus took a deep breath. "Back when he came to Hawford, he got involved in stocks. Not only did he get himself burned, but he also dragged down my dad and uncle.

"He kept going on about some projects, and it was ridiculous. If it weren't for the connection between our families, there was no way my smart uncle would have used his own money to cover his mess."