The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1957

"Ah, I see." Alaskey gently patted Baxter's back before continuing, "I'll follow your arrangements. Since you said that this savior of ours is no ordinary person, maybe I'll run into her at the banquet."

"You've grown up, Alaskey. You're learning to look at things from different angles," Baxter said with a gratified smile. "Once the banquet is over, the path I've paved for you, whether you succeed or fail, will be yours to walk alone."

Alaskey nodded firmly. "I won't let you down, Grandpa!"

…

Outside, the sun was setting, leaving a trace of pale light in the sky. Wynter and Dalton were already dressed in their banquet attire.

Wolf's outfit had been personally designed by Wynter. Though it looked a bit boyish, it added a hint of maturity once worn.

"Boss, this is super comfortable!" Wolf spun around in front of the mirror, admiring his outfit.

Wynter smiled. "It's tailored to your measurements, so of course it would fit you well."

Tonight, she exuded a CEO's presence. She held her own completely despite standing next to Dalton.

Just then, Antoine's call came in. Wynter turned smoothly and picked up, her movements crisp and cool.

"Ms. Quinnell, we're downstairs," Antoine said in a lowered voice.

"Okay." Wynter checked her appearance once more. "We'll be right down."

After hanging up, she looked at Dalton and Wolf, then waved her hand. "Let's go!"

"Let's go!" Wolf echoed and hopped ahead cheerfully.

Wynter's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched him. "I hope Wolf can stay this innocent forever. If only he could remain untouched by the filth of the world."

"He might," Dalton said, lifting his gaze. "That's up to him. No one else can make that choice for him."

"Did you forget how he used to be terrified of you?" Wynter raised a brow. "He'd try to avoid you like the plague."

"All kids are shy at first. Stick a bank card to his forehead enough times, and he'd get used to you. He's not afraid of me now, is he?" Dalton chuckled softly.

By the time both of them reached the door, Wolf was already in the car.

Seeing them, Antoine walked up to greet them. "Ms. Quinnell, you're here."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Chamberlain." Wynter gave him a nod.

"Not at all, Ms. Quinnell," Antoine replied, turning to open the car door. "Please, have a seat."

This was something the chauffeur could have done, but Antoine insisted on doing it himself.

Wynter spoke gently. "Mr. Chamberlain, just wait in the car next time. We're not some pampered prince and princess who need people to open doors for us."

Antoine looked at her before replying, "I just wanted to. I'm not fussy about these things. It's just something I felt like doing."

At that moment, Wolf poked his head out of the car. "Hurry up and get in already!"

So, Wynter had no choice but to slide into the car. Dalton followed.

The SUV was spacious. After all, Antoine had taken into account their long legs, knowing how uncomfortable tight spaces would be.

Once everyone was settled, the chauffeur stepped on the gas and took off.

The long-absent Hensleys had finally appeared.

An elder walked in, supported gently by a young man—the elder was none other than Baxter, and the youth by his side was Alaskey.

Their attire wasn't flashy. In fact, it was simple in style.

Baxter leaned on his dragon cane. He had gray hair and was frail in appearance, yet his eyes revealed a depth far beyond his years.

No one had expected that Baxter would be able to walk again. Those of high status all knew that his health had been in steep decline for years, teetering on the edge of death's door. Yet, not only had he returned now, but he also looked better than he had in ages.

People from Charis' faction instinctively avoided Baxter's gaze. After all, no one wanted to offend a man like him.

Behind the monitor, Charis, who had shown no interest at first, suddenly muttered as he saw the scene, "Well, well… I didn't expect the Hensleys to show up."

One of his men asked, "Isn't it a good thing they came?"

"Who told you that?" Charis narrowed his eyes at the screen. "That old man and I have never been on friendly terms. I've sent countless invitations to past banquets, but he never came. There must be a reason for him to come tonight."

The man beside him chuckled. "Maybe he realized you're not someone to offend, so he came to make peace."

"It can't be that simple," Charis said as he squinted. "If he were that easy to read, the Hensleys would have collapsed long ago when he left. I heard that their family has been revitalized ever since he returned."

The man pointed at Alaskey on the screen. "That's probably his grandson. It looks like he's paving the way for him."

Charis' expression sharpened. "That old fox..."

Even so, fear aside, once the stock market opened, the profits he had lined up would be more than enough to crush the Hensleys.