PAID

Dalton, having mostly recovered, possessed the ability to see spirits that ordinary people couldn’t, even those trapped in this world.

Standing at the door, he cut an impressive figure in his impeccable suit. Unlike the rest of the place, he exuded a calm and scholarly air, unaffected by anything.

Wynter was greeted by this sight as she exited the room. She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could move closer, Dalton turned to her, as if he had been waiting for her. His eyes were

strikingly beautiful, and his deep, resonant voice was soothing to hear. “Is everything taken care of?” @@novelbin@@

For a moment, Wynter felt a wave of familiarity, as if she had witnessed a similar scene before.