The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 2022

A member of Silverfang, Gaston Ralf, was the one who brought everyone together at the airport this time.

Gaston looked at Dalton. "This young lady is also going overseas with us. We all consider each other family here, so don't go using that irresistible charm of yours on her."

Dalton turned slightly to the side. "I'm a gentleman. I don't have such intentions."

Then, he looked at Wynter, a faint smile in his eyes. "Hello, miss. My name is Dalton Yarwood."

Wynter lifted her chin arrogantly, not offering her hand. "Do you think you can hit on me just because you're handsome?"

Dalton feigned annoyance. "What do you mean by that? I just wanted to be friends."

Wynter glanced at her Hermes and scoffed. "Not everyone gets to be friends with me. Got that, Mr. Yarwood?"

Dalton leaned in closer. "It's been a long time since I've seen a girl this fiery. You've caught my interest."

Wynter propped her chin on her hand lazily. "Go cool off somewhere else. Don't bother me. If not for that face of yours, I wouldn't even spare you a glance with the way you dress."

While the two of them traded barbs, Gaston froze for a moment as he watched them. He grew slightly suspicious of how Dalton, having only just arrived, was already so focused on Wynter.

Seeing them bicker, Gaston quickly stepped in. "Alright, alright. We're all going abroad this time to make money and give our families a better life. You can have anything with money."

Wynter scoffed before turning away. "Gaston, keep him away from me."

At that, Rafael came over, too. "You should have some self-respect. I may not be as good-looking as you, but I at least know my place. I can tell this young lady isn't interested in you. Why do you keep pestering her?"

Dalton's brows lifted slightly, his tone edged with impatience. "And who are you? Since when do my affairs concern you?"

Rafael straightened up. "My name is Rafael Crofton!"

Dalton's voice was cool, and his refined features were almost dazzling. "I've never heard of you. Don't meddle in what's not your business. Got it, kid?"

Gaston frowned. "Enough. This is an airport. You can turn back and go home if you keep going on like this. There are plenty of people dying for this chance. If you don't want it, give it to someone else."

His voice rose just enough for those behind to catch his words clearly, yet it merged seamlessly with the airport's background noise, drawing no unnecessary attention.

"Everyone must get along. Once we're overseas, we're colleagues and family," Gaston added.

He then waved his arm, and the golden watch on his wrist flashed with his movements. "Countless people fought tooth and nail for this spot back home. This opportunity has landed in your hands because you are the chosen ones."

Before him stood fresh graduates, disheartened middle-aged office workers, and women chasing dreams of sudden wealth. They all lifted their heads, eyes blazing with fervor.

"Gaston's right! Opportunities are for those of us who are prepared!"

"Thank you for giving us this chance to get rich, Gaston!"

"We'll all listen to you and work hard once we're over there!"

Though Wynter had turned her back against them, the noise behind her still weighed on her heart. She knew these people had been brainwashed for too long and would accept whatever Gaston said without question.

To them, Gaston was like the sun, appearing just when they needed him most. He was able to fulfill their desires and help them escape their hardships. However, what they didn't know was that escaping one sea of suffering meant plunging into another deeper abyss from which there would be no return.

Right now, in their eyes, Gaston shone like the sun. What they didn't know was that he would turn into a demon once they reached their overseas destination.

Dalton stood off to the side, his gaze briefly meeting Wynter's across the room. In less than half a second, the two looked away like strangers.

According to the plan, they were supposed to appear as if they didn't know each other and were both just job seekers, lured by the promise of "high-paying work".

"Wynter. Wynter," Gaston called twice.

He walked over to her when he saw her back turned against him. "Wynter, I know things haven't been easy for you, either. You're here this time because you want to make money, too. Prices are soaring. Bags, lipsticks, skincare... They all cost a fortune now."

Wynter turned around. "You're right, Gaston. I don't even have the chance to mooch off my parents at home. The jobs back in the country have low wages, even when they treat me like cattle.

"They claimed it was a nine-to-six job before I started. However, after getting in, I realized the job was from 9:00 am to 9:00 pm, with three extra hours of unpaid overtime. I have to stay even longer if my work isn't finished. That's not a job—it's slavery."

Gaston drew a deep breath. "I know, I know. These companies back home really don't treat employees like humans. They squeeze every drop out of you and keep wages at rock bottom. That's why I gave you this opportunity. I hope you'll cherish it."

Wynter replied unhurriedly, "Thank you, Gaston. My life would've been over if I hadn't met you."

Gaston smiled. "You're welcome. We're all here to make money together. Just don't forget about me if you make it big one day."

"Of course not." Wynter's expression grew serious. "I'll definitely repay you if things really are as you say."

"That's a relief to hear." Gaston laughed softly as his grin widened. Then, he glanced at Wynter's bag. "Once we get over there and start working, I'll buy you a real Hermes."

Wynter's gaze deepened. "Gaston… you can tell this one's fake?"

"Of course. I've bought plenty of Hermes myself," Gaston replied, patting her shoulder. "Don't worry. This replica is pretty decent. Anyone who knows their stuff can tell, but the average person won't notice. I won't tell anyone."

Wynter's features were finely defined, her strikingly beautiful face inclining in a slight nod as she gave a soft hum.

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