Wynter picked up the wooden box and walked out after leaving a ssage.
As for her handwriting, regardless of whether Mr. Yarwood could understand it, it was terrible.
She did things based on superficial etiquette.
He gave her gifts as if he had discovered her.
So, she thought that she’d better avoid him in the future. Then, she recalled the beautiful. pen which
was encrusted with diamonds.
Cultural people were indeed wealthy.
Dalton didn’t know yet that his actions had backfired.
As soon as Wynter left, he entered the room. After watching the surveillance all afternoon, he felt
sowhat tired.
The bodyguard in black approached, “Sir, Ms. Wynter Quinnell didn’t take anything else. She only took
the Zenith herb.”
Wynter Quinnell?
Dalton raised his eyebrows slightly. It turned out that her na was Wynter Quinnell.
He walked into the study while taking off his beaded bracelet. Glancing at the remaining things on the
table, he asked lightly, “Did she drink the tea?”
The bodyguard was shocked. “Sir, we haven’t had ti to change things yet. I’ll get rid of
them!”
What Dalton hated the most was people touching his tea set.
When Ms. Quinnell from Kingbourne stained his coasters, he had ordered them to replace
them.
They had learned their lesson the last ti, and naturally would not dare to make such a
mistake again.
This ti, however, the bodyguard didn’t expect Wynter to have the guts to drink Dalton’s, tea and eat
his desserts. She didn’t do things according to common sense!
Dalton had already picked up the hot stamping paper. “Just leave it. The tea has just been brewed, so it
would be a pity to change it.”
The bodyguard was shocked. He even had so suspicion that there was sothing wrong with his
ears.
“Ms. Quinnell seems to have touched the macarons. I’d better tell the pastry chef to…”
“No need.” Dalton picked up the financial report and said calmly, “She didn’t touch the
other side.”
The bodyguard was scratching his head. He wondered whether Dalton was angry and felt
that Wynter was a little too unruly.
Dalton seed to have read through his thoughts and turned slightly cold. “Samson,
rember, she is my guest.”
Samson White trembled. “Yes, sir!”
Dalton drew back his gaze and said lazily, “Throw away that dicinal incense.”
Ethan ca in and happened to hear this sentence.
“Sir, you can’t throw it away.”
He blocked Samson’s hand. “Ms. Yarwood bought it for you. It’s a rare dicinal incense.”
Dalton glanced at him and handed the paper over. “Read it yourself.”
“It’s not good to sll dicinal incense for a long ti?”
Ethan frowned, finding it hard to read it. “This handwriting is too terrible.”
Dalton took a sip of his tea. After drinking, he seed to rember sothing and
paused. Then, he looked at the teacup. “She wrote it.”
Ethan knew who “she” was, and his voice beca even louder. “Dr. Genius said that? Then
we have to believe it! I’ll throw it away!”
Samson deadpanned and thought, “So, the Dr. Genius who Mr. Yarwood Senior has been
waiting for all day turned out to be a girl?”
After Ethan threw the dicinal incense, he was still confused. “Sir, it’s not like Dr. Genius‘
style to remind you like this.”
“Yes.” Dalton turned the teacup and poured the tea.
Wynter wouldn’t have done that unless the dicinal incense wasn’t only useless but also
harmful.
But it was Lydia who bought the thing, so there was no way she could have hard him. He looked out
the windows in deep thought.
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