The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1187 Business Negotiations
As a son, Albert quickly noticed the men's gazes. He furrowed hist
brows and looked at Desmond.
He spoke coldly with a clear warning in his tone, "Mr. Clarke, are you
not taking Mr. Yarwood aside to discuss the company's
development? Why are you just standing around?"
Wynter's gaze also followed, her dark eyes intimidating.
Desmond snapped out of his thoughts and was just about to say
something when Dalton spoke up, "Take everyone and leave." Desmond had come here with collaboration projects from other companies. How was he supposed to leave just like that? He knew that Daryl, who had previously been arrogant, had offended Dalton. However, Daryl had taken the initiative to seek Desmond out. The message was clear. He had hoped Desmond could persuade Dalton. Desmond didn't dare to persuade Dalton, but mentioning it should be fine. After all, the other party had offered them substantial
concessions.
Moreover, offending the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce
wouldn't fare well for their business, either..
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make enemies. But now that Dalton had ordered him to take everyone
and leave, he didn't know how to proceed with mending the previous
collaboration.
A cold glint appeared in Dalton's eyes when he saw that Desmond hadn't moved. "I'll say it one more time. Take everyone and leave."
This sent a shiver down Desmond's back. He immediately sprang to
action and said to Wynter and Marie, "I'll take my leave now and not
disturb you any further, Ms. Quinnell and Mrs. Quinnell."
Marie nodded her head.
Wynter suddenly thought of something and spoke up, "Wait."
Upon hearing that, Desmond found himself in a dilemma. He wasn't
sure whether to leave or stay.
Wynter didn't want to put him in a difficult position. "We should take
Mr. Clarke's car back to the hotel since the car is already arranged. I
happen to have time to discuss matters with Mr. Clarke."
Dalton glanced sideways at Wynter, and they looked at each other.
Dalton didn't insist. "Let's go. We can discuss the matters in the car.
As for everyone else, tell them to leave."
Desmond didn't dare to harbor any selfish motives again.
They took two cars. Albert and Marie took the one at the front, while Wynter and Dalton took the one at the back.
Besides the driver, Desmond was also in the same car as Wynter and
Dalton.
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He had no idea what Wynter wanted to discuss with him. His mind was now preoccupied with thoughts of what Dalton was thinking and whether he would get fired or not. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
"Mr. Clarke, you seem nervous." Wynter smirked after observing him for a while. "Are you afraid of Mr. Yarwood? What did you want to
discuss with him just now?"
Desmond wanted to brush it off and say he hadn't planned to discuss anything at
all.
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But Dalton, who was in the backseat,
spoke up before him, "He wanted to
about the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce and the
collaboration with the Clinton family."
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Desmond's face turned pale as he met Dalton's intense gaze through the
rearview mirror. He suddenly felt a wave of apprehension.
If Wynter hadn't stopped him earlier, and if Dalton had already known what he
had wanted to discuss, he might have really jeopardized his job.
Desmond hastily wiped his sweat and wanted to explain.
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Just then, Wynter seemed to laugh even more boldly. "The Southerm Cascadia Chamber of Commerce? How coincidental! I sought out Mr. Clarke for the same reason. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read
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"So, Mr. Clarke, there's no need to worry about me. Just report your work as
usual. I'm quite interested."
Wynter rested her chin on her hand, looking genuinely intrigued.
Desmond thought to himself that he would be done for if he actually started
talking about it.
"Mr. Clarke?" Wynter raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Is there something you
find inconvenient to say in front of me?"
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Desmond wiped his sweat. "It's not that it's inconvenient. I..."