The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )

Chapter 1480 Have Your Tongue Ripped Out

After all, Ophelia's methods of marrying Noah had never been something she could openly boast about. Her pride she desperately wanted to save could only be redeemed through Cyrus' success. Now, all she had her sights set on were the company's shares.

A mother who truly loved her child would fight for custody during a divorce. But Ophelia left without hesitation, her mind fixated not on Cyrus but on her growing resentment toward Wynter. She didn't even consider taking Cyrus with her.

Just as Cyrus had said he wasn't stupid. Even if there had been things he didn't understand before, everything became crystal clear after today's confrontation. Ophelia carried the same blood as Tamia.

He used to think Ophelia's indecision was due to Tamia's manipulation. But now he realized that no amount of persuasion would have worked if she didn't have those thoughts herself.

Over the years, Ophelia had always followed Tamia's lead because, deep down, they were fundamentally the

same.

The venomous words she spoke about Wynter sounded like a curse dripping with malice.

Cyrus glanced sideways at Wynter. An apology instinctively formed in his mind again, but he quickly dismissed it. What Ophelia had done wasn't something a simple apology could fix.

Those words spoken by Ophelia would undoubtedly hurt anyone's feelings. However, Wynter was still talking about sending the Montclairs to prison.

Ophelia helped Tamia out of Quaint Villa.

As they walked out, they met Dalton, who was standing by the door. He had a phone conference and hence, didn't enter with Wynter. However, he had heard everything clearly.

He stood there with emotionless eyes. His gaze landed on Ophelia's face. "Those who spread malicious gossip will go to the first level of hell. You will have your tongue ripped out."

Ophelia had met Dalton before. But when he spoke those words, the sky darkened all of a sudden. Her face turned pale instantly, as if life had been drained from her. She trembled and gripped Tamia's hand tightly.

Tamia sneered. "Nonsense. The Yarwood family are businessmen, yet you believe in such superstitions. If hell exists, then show it to me when the time comes."

It was true-Tamia feared nothing. Her confidence remained unshaken even as the clouds above churned ominously.

Dalton's gaze remained calm. He adjusted his sleeve and, without even looking directly at them, said, "Your days are indeed numbered. I won't even need to act. Just make sure my message is clear to those below."

The pebbles on the ground seemed to tremble slightly. It was as if the earth itself was acknowledging his command. No one would dare defy his will.

Ophelia was still trembling when she got into the car, and her forehead was heating up. But she still hadn't forgotten her goal.

"Mom, I have to get those shares from the Whitmans!" At this point, she had no other way out.

Tamia patted her hand reassuringly. 'Don't worry. No matter how big the Whitman family is, they can't escape the law. The method you mentioned earlier is good. We'll proceed with that plan."

Ophelia clenched her fists. "There's one more thing! Mom, ask Mr. Wray when we can finally crush that bitch! I want her to end up with nothing!"

"It'll be soon." Tamia's eyes glinted with cunningness. "It should happen in about two to three days. I heard that the Wray family had set a trap for the Quinnell family, with foreign investors involved. No matter how sly that girl is, she'll be stripped bare!"

Tamia scoffed at the idea that Wynter thought she could send the Montclairs behind bars. Even the Whitman

family wouldn't dare to have that thought. Yet, this mere girl dared to get ahead of herself.

The Montclair family had roots just as deep as the Whitman family. With her connections in Hawford, Tamia was confident she could crush Wynter with just a few strategic moves.

Tamia had no intentions of revealing her cards just yet. She had to secure the shares first!