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

Chapter 1538 Personally Dealing with Yvette

Yvette had no idea that Wynter had already deduced that she was someone who had been reborn. She was still holding onto the hope that the Winston family would come to her aid. After all, Clyde had once told her that her unique destiny was of great use to him.

Yvette occasionally harbored reluctance with the Wray family, but she genuinely wanted to follow the Winston family.

In her previous life, she could never understand why, despite all the power struggles among the aristocratic families, it was the low-profile Winston family that ultimately emerged victorious.

It wasn't until she met Clyde that she understood.

She feared him deeply. Even through the car window, she could feel the oppressive energy emanating from him. She could never forget that bone-chilling sensation. It was as if her soul was laid bare.

Yet, she didn't understand why the place where she was supposed to meet the Winston family was empty. There wasn't a single person in sight-not even the housekeepers seemed to have ever been there. The villa was quiet, leaving no trace of life behind. What had happened?

Panic set in for Yvette. She was desperate to reveal Wynter's secrets to Clyde. The businessmen in the Chamber of Commerce didn't believe her because they couldn't comprehend the truth.

But Clyde wouldn't dismiss her words as mere fantasies. He would understand the gravity of what she had to

say.

But the familiar number she tried to dial remained switched off. She had no choice but to disobey the Winston family's instructions and show up unannounced.

This place was known to the Wray family as well, so she couldn't stay long. Had Clyde perhaps sensed danger because of the Wray family's downfall and left ahead of time?

Just as Yvette was filled with confusion and on the verge of leaving, the door behind her suddenly opened. Her heart leaped with joy as she turned around, ready to speak. But she instantly froze the moment she saw who it was. She stood there, paralyzed, her face draining of color, turning visibly pale.

Genuine fear washed over Yvette, and trembled as she stammered, "Y-You... What are you doing here?" The person standing in the doorway was none other than Wynter, who had been searching for Clyde.

Wynter was dressed sharply in a suit jacket as she casually played with a dagger. Her face was both fierce and beautiful. However, her gaze was initially more interested in surveying the room than focusing on Yvette.

It wasn't only after hearing Yvette's startled question that she finally turned her attention to her. Wynter raised an eyebrow slightly. "I followed you here'

Yvette stumbled back a step, her legs unsteady with panic. She couldn't fathom why Wynter had followed her, but the more she thought about it, the more dread she felt.

She wanted to hide from Wynter even more when her mind drifted to certain possibilities. What if the Wynter standing before her wasn't the one she knew? If that were the case, who knew what this Wynter was capable of?

Instinctively, Yvette's eyes darted to the door. As Wynter seemed momentarily distracted by the room's layout, Yvette bolted, making a dash for the exit.

Wynter chuckled lightly without even bothering to look back. Her attention was instead fixed on the fountain in the far corner of the room.

Before Yvette could make it far, she skidded to a halt. Only then did she realize that Wynter wasn't the only one who had come.

At the exit stood two figures-a silver-haired boy and a girl holding a parasol. They were both young, and they were just standing silently, watching her with a cold, detached gaze, like demons sent to collect a soul.

"You came all the way here because you've clearly developed some suspicions about me," Wynter said as she slowly approached, her fingers brushing the dust on the table, revealing that the place had been abandoned for days

She looked back at Yvette and said lazily, "Since you've formed those suspicions, you should understand that I won't let you leave now that I'm here. Yvette Yates or rather, I've always wondered if that's your real name."