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

Chapter 1481 No Longer Part of the Montclairs

The sudden cawing of a crow outside the car set Tamia on edge. She fidgeted with the beaded bracelet in her hands faster. "The Whitman family is truly doomed to fail! They are inviting such ominous signs in broad daylight!""

Ophelia glanced out the window, feeling an unsettling chill from the crow. She hurriedly ordered the chauffeur to drive faster.

Tamia commanded, 'Ophelia, you should pursue what you want. The Whitman family may have their legal team, but we have ours as well. Remember, just follow the lawyer's instructions. Don't say anything more than that.

"And I recall you mentioning how Noah always came home late. He was always outside socializing.' Tamia lowered her gaze before continuing, "That's something we can leverage.

"But he hasn't mistreated me..." Ophelia began to hesitate again.

Tamia fixed her with a steely look. "You will benefit from public opinion only when he appears to have wronged you. This will be something we can exploit."

Ophelia slowly nodded under that intense gaze. 'I'll see what I can do."

"Good. The Wray family's projects involve us. Since you've decided to divorce, the Whitman family will have nothing to do with you any longer.

"As for that grandson of mine, he's practically begging to send us behind bars. We don't need him anymore." Tamia believed that children who refused to listen were nothing more than mere traitors.

"I'll use all my connections,' Tamia continued, believing she had thought of all the potential possibilities and was confident in all her strategies.

She had no idea that her freedom to act so boldly stemmed from Wynter's plan to sweep them all out in one go. Wynter wanted Tamia to lure more of her people out.

The crow was a Savior and could sense the scent of death. He usually spared a mere passing glance for those who were nearing their end.

He settled on Dalton's shoulder, and his dark feathers fell silently. No one but Dalton knew what he had said. "Got it." Dalton's handsome profile remained impassive as he flicked a gemstone into the air with his long, pale fingers. "Keep watching."

The crow snatched the gemstone midair and cawed. 'My lord, one of them cursed Ms. Quinnell earlier, and you got mad."

Dalton lifted an eyelid, his expression unchanged. 'Which eyes of yours saw me getting mad?"

Was he really not mad? But the underworld was practically having an earthquake earlier. He even arranged for them to have their tongues ripped off in hell. They would surely face a grim end.

"It's good you didn't get mad. But my lord, your soul's presence is becoming more pronounced. Maybe you should keep your distance from Ms. Quinnel for the time being."

The crow had a nagging feeling that something would go awry. The biggest concern was that Wynter might recall Dalton from her past life. This would disrupt the fragile harmony they maintained.

Up until now, the crow was still confused as to how Dalton would deal with Wynter, especially after his soul was whole again.

Would he still be the same? That seemed unlikely. The crow couldn't make sense of it all.

Meanwhile, Dalton had already stepped through the door.

In Quaint Villa's living room, Cyrus was visibly down. Wynter, on the other hand, didn't think much of it. She was only there to deliver things to Noah and also hoping she could get a good meal as she was starving.

Encountering the Montclair family was a mere coincidence, but it prompted her to make a decision.

Since Cyrus would need to know the truth anyway, it was better for him to see it for himself rather than hearing it from others. Hence, Wynter shared some of the information from years ago regarding the Montclairs with him.

Cyrus blinked for a few moments before taking a deep breath. 'Wynter, from now on, you can deal with the Montclair family however you want. Don't worry about me."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.