Chapter 612

Chapter 612 Dalton From a Century Ago

Gordon would rather sacrifice himself than let the Foplyans achieve their goal. Now that Wynter was

willing to put herself in danger, how could he not be moved?

He was about to bow to Wynter when she stopped him.

“Great–great–grandpa, I’m a descendant of the Quinnell family. This is my home, too. If you bow to me,

my grandfather might slap me when I return,” she teased.

In truth, Fabian doted on her. There was no way he would hit her.

Gordon laughed heartily and said, “That does sound like a Quinnell!”

The rest of the Quinnell family opened the door and heard the laughter echoing

from within.

“I have six older brothers, but none want to inherit the family business. They probably feel that such.

immense wealth is too much to handle.”

Gordon was amused by Wynter. The Quinnells hadn’t seen him laugh like this in a long time. They felt

both wary and grateful toward Wynter.

Gordon then lifted his gaze and instructed, “Go tell the Foplya envoys that I will attend the banquet. I’ll

bring Fabian back.”

The Quinnells were stunned, especially Gordon’s daughter–in–law, Natasha Ilor. She couldn’t fathom

how Wynter had managed to change Gordon’s mind.

Despite her concern for her youngest son, Natasha understood that Gordon might be viewed as a

traitor if he attended the banquet.

Just as Natasha’s husband, Jake Quinnell, was about to say something, Gordon interrupted him.

“Prepare a feast. The Quinnell family’s young lady has returned from studying abroad. How could we

be so quiet about this? We need to celebrate.”

The Quinnell family’s young lady?

Everyone stared at Wynter, who was standing next to Gordon. They felt confused about the situation.

There had to be sufficient evidence to make people believe her identity. The Foplyans wouldn’t just let

it

go without investigating.

When Rory received the reply from Gordon, his brows furrowed. “He agreed?”

“Yes,” the messenger replied/

Rory wondered aloud, “This doesn’t seem like something Mr. Quinnell Senior would do.”

“Maybe it’s because his granddaughter has returned. He must have figured that it’s impossible to

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you, Mr. Turner,” Roy suggested.

Rory glanced at Roy and asked, “Is that woman really Mr. Quinnell Senior’s granddaughter?”

“It seems to be the case. The Quinnell family is bustling with activity. The jewelry and dresses

she bought has all been delivered to the Quinnell family, and their steward has settled the bills,” Roy

explained.

Hearing this, Rory’s doubts lessened considerably. “At least Mr. Quinnell Senior knows his place. Settle

the preparations,”

“Yes, sir!”

Meanwhile, the Quinnell residence was lively. Gordon’s guest list this time was less stringent. He had

invited a few close friends, but one guest was surprisingly young and strikingly handsome.

Wynter was caught off guard to see that he looked the same as he did a century later.

He was still exuding an air of frail elegance. The only difference was that he wasn’t wearing his usual

prayer beads and instead emitted enigmatic danger.

It was as if this was his true self. He had pale skin, a sharp chin, and sunken cheekbones.

The man wore a cool–toned sult, and his silver–gray tie was loosely fastened. Beside him stood a

beautiful, delicate lady.

Wynter couldn’t help but stare at the man’s mesmerizing face for a while.

“Dalton Yarwood?” she murmured.

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