Chapter 521

Chapter 521 Milk the Other Party Dry

“Show off their wealth?” Wynter glanced at the bottle of red wine, wondering what kind of logic it was to

flaunt one’s wealth with wine.

Seeing the disdainful expression on Wynter’s face, Dalton coultin’t hold back anymore and started to

laugh as he leaned against her shoulder.

Wynter genuinely didn’t understand what he found so amusing. She held his chin and tilted it up

slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

“Please explain to me how much wealth can someone flaunt with a bottle of wine,” she said.

At this moment, Lester wished he could become invincible.

Although Wynter was the Quinnell family’s daughter, Lester thought no one would actually treat Dalton

this way.

In fact, it somehow felt like Dalton was the disaster–causing mistress who was kept in the

harem.

Lester shook his head, not wanting to get lost in his thoughts.

As they were all men, Dalton understood what the other party’s intentions were. It was precisely

because he understood that he had just shown his emotions in front of others.

“The meaning behind them sending wine is simply, ‘Since you can’t even afford to open a bottle of

wine, your brother–in–law has sent it to you.“” Dalton’s voice still carried a hint of amusement, but his

eyes were cold.

Wynter raised an eyebrow at those words. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Dalton chuckled softly, playing with Wynter’s hair as he sat there in a casual manner. “You’re

still young. It’s normal that you don’t understand social nuances.”

After saying that, he added, “And you don’t need to understand

1. it. It’s just a pointless game.

That “brother–in–law” probably wanted to remind a certain someone of his presence.

How annoying.

Dalton exerted considerable effort to suppress the surging hostility within him.

He remembered what Margaret said about someone who always liked to run behind others since

childhood while shouting out the name Charlie.

With that in mind, Dalton’s knuckles suddenly tightened as he grew even more hostile.

Wynter didn’t know why he suddenly became moody. She simply followed the line of thought he

provided and understood what was going on.

“So, they’re flaunting their wealth to you?” she asked.

“Me?” Dalton was surprised. Not to mention Dalton’s surprise, even Lester thought it was surreal when

he heard the wine sent by the other party was actually a flaunting of wealth to

these two.

One was Kingbourne’s unfathomable prince, while the other was the daughter of the richest person on

the leaderboard.

And yet, these students from Sacred Heart Medical University were flaunting their wealth to the two of

them?

Lester’s only thought at the moment was that those students must be out of their minds.

Wynter continued her analysis. “It’s well–known that I’m rich. After all, I’m a verified internet celebrity.

But you… You have no status, yet you’re so good–looking. You could be the face of a shop.”

“Face?” Dalton didn’t mind her description. He only lazily glanced over. “Now that you have someone

who can be the face of a shop accompanying you, you should fix your taste.”

At his words, Wynter raised her gaze and looked into his incredibly handsome eyes. She finally asked

the question she had always wanted to ask, “Why do you always judge my taste?

Dalton also looked at her. After a while, he uttered a name from his thin lips. “Charlie.”

Wynter’s confusion was written all over her face before realization hit her.

“I was a naive child!”

But she wasn’t denying it.

Dalton’s eyes grew colder. He fiddled with the rosary bracelet on his wrist, realizing there was indeed

no need for the Shepherd family to exist.

Suddenly, Wynter picked up the bottle of wine.

“I’ll take the wine,” she announced. “Please, double or triple the price, and let the other party pay for it.”

This bottle of wine wasn’t too expensive. It was only 100 thousand dollars or so.