Chapter 332 Wynter in Panzarath


    Wynter was pensive. She needed to sort through her thoughts carefully. She wanted to rify things


    before telling him.


    Unfortunately, Dalton was very sensitive and good at focusing on key


    points.


    “Yes,” Wynter replied while meeting his gaze.


    Dalton looked into her eyes and chuckled softly. “I’ll listen to whatever


    you say.”


    This statement made Wynter’s eyes flicker slightly. She remarked, Then be careful about the people


    around you.”


    “Understood.” Dalton tucked her long hair behind her ear. “If you need anything from the Quinnell


    family, just say it. I’ve lived in Kingbourne longer than you and know more about these matters.”


    Wynter didn’t beat around the bush. I indeed need you to set up a meeting with a designer.”


    “Who?” Dalton asked.


    Wynter handed over a business card. “A foreign designer, Carloz


    Lopez.”


    Dalton’s eyes deepened. “Another Lopez?”


    “Do you know him? That’ll make things easier.” Wynter spoke calmly. He designed the old Quinnell


    family house. I think he did well, and I


    want to know what inspired him.”


    Chapter 332 Wynter i Fanzale


    Dalton took the card and held it between his fingers, “I remember you once mentioned modernizing


    fortune predictions.”


    “Yes, I mentioned that.” Wynter didn’t want to spar with him. “I know a bit about it. There are problems


    with the design he did for the Quinnell family. If you know him, don’t let him cheat you.”


    Dalton’s l*ps curved slightly. “So what else is there that I don’t know


    about?”


    “That’s all.” Wynter leaned in closer when she suddenly realized something. “Were you a bit upset just


    now?”


    Dalton put away the card and denied it. “No.”


    “Because I mentioned the past?” Wynter guessed.


    Dalton replied lightly, “You’re overthinking it.”


    After he finished speaking, Dalton added, “Although your taste in the past wasn’t great, at least it’s


    much better now.” With that, he walked


    away.


    Wynter was somewhat perplexed. Everyone said that Dalton was dignified and stable, and was always


    composed.


    She wondered why it was always so hard to figure him out when it


    came to her. He hadmented several times that her taste was


    poor.


    Wynter pondered about her past. There wasn’t much to it. She just


    liked pretty things…


    Wynter was good at convincing herself. But little did she know, Dalton


    cared about other things. For example, why did she once call


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    someone from the Shepherd family “brother”? Just thinking about it gave Dalton a heartache.


    From his perspective, she was only being passive to him. If it weren’t for his careful nning, one


    would wonder if she would’ve agreed to


    be with him.


    When he was young, a medium once told him that he was not suited to have obsessions. Once he


    developed an obsession, the oue would be undesirable for everyone.


    But sometimes, when affection took root, the more one cared, the stronger the obsession. He wanted


    her to belong entirely to him. He wanted her to willingly love him as much as he loved her-to see him


    as irreceable.


    Wynter had no idea what he was thinking now. She was still nning to pick up some things at


    Panzarath


    Unexpectedly, Fabian had arranged for someone to meet her. Just as she and Wolf got out of the car,


    they were greeted by a man in a suit holding a string of beads.


    The man was cheerful and conspicuous in the crowd because of his


    outfit. He looked more like a conman than a genuine fortune teller.


    “You must be Ms. Quinnell. Please,e in!”