Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Sir, Are You In a Contract Relationship

Even though Ethan wasn’t a superstitious person, he’d rather be cautious than regretful when it came

to safety matters.

Most importantly, why would Dalton give such an important sugllite pendant to Wynter? This didn’t

make

sense!

Ethan kept the question to himself, not daring to inquire further with Dalton.

Max, however, didn’t hold back. “Boss, Dr. Genius has figured out that I’m your subordinate.”

“Figures.” Dalton paced, recalling that Wynter had always been a clever woman, his l*ps curled. “She

pays attention to the smallest details.”

Max let out a sigh of relief, then quickly reassured Dalton, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mr. Yarwood Senior

about your little secret.”

“Secret?” Dalton stared at his fingertips and asked calmly, “What secrets do I have?”

Max thought that Dalton didn’t trust him, so he spilled everything he knew.

“Dr. Genius has already told me that you and she were just pretending. In fact, you’re in a contract

relationship. You’re doing it to fulfill her grandmother’s wish

Contract relationship? What contract relationship?

Ethan was dumbfounded upon hearing that term

Stopping his pace, Dalton’s hands were slightly stiff on his sides.

Yet, Max continued to talk as if he had the full picture of what was going on.

“I get it, Boss. You agreed to act with Dr. Genius to avoid Mr. Yarwood Senior’s arranged marriage,

right?”

The joy in Dalton’s eyes gradually turned cold

As his charming face revealed a hint of coldness, his l*ps slightly pressed, asking with indifference,

“She

said it was fake?”

“Uh–huh,” Max nodded, completely unaware of the trouble his words had caused

Dalton turned to him, his glance and voice becoming lighter, as if they could be blown away by the

wind. It’ll be real one day.”

Huh?

Max didn’t catch that clearly, so he quickened his pace, wanting to get closer to Dalton.

However, Dalton spoke no further. His tall and straight figure exuded a chill, his coat tails fluttering in

the

wind, appearing cold and aloof.

His limited–edition Maybeck was still waiting for him in its original spot, discreetly avoiding unnecessary

attention.

However, they still attracted notice, as Dalton had just returned from overseas with an unusually lege

number of bodyguards.

A group of conspicuous and imposing men in black stood in a row. As Dalton approached, they

respectfully opened the car door for him.

Exuding an air of power and nobility in his dark trench coat, Dalton looked like a mafia boss

He had never shown this side of himself to Wynter.

To Wynter, Dalton Yarwood was just a patient with ailing health and a pale

*Choose a different car next time,” Dalton said casually as he sat in the back seat.

His new special assistant, Franklin Lynch, quickly handed him a pen and documents. “Yes, Sr. What

kind of care should I arrange for next time? Deluxe version? Or a more comfortable on

Folding his legs, Dalton glanced over the documents in the car, then smoothly signed. “One that is

more

economical.”

Taken aback by Dalton’s reply, Franklin carefully said. “But Sir, the cheapest car at your residenc over

400 thousand… We’ll need to purchase a new car if you’re looking for something more economical”

“Mm–hmm, I’ll leave it to you,” Dalton replied calmly, concealing his intentions

Franklin, who had just reported for duty a few days ago, was quite shocked upon receiving such a tak

Although puzzled, he didn’t ask further, instead, he marked this task as a priority

After all, the previous special assistant was dismissed for interfering with Dalton’s affairs and taking

matters into his own hands.

Franklin wouldn’t be so foolish as to meddle with the head of the Yarwood family

Moreover, although Franklin wasn’t aware of what had happened in the alley, Dalton was obviously in a