The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1474

"Mr. Whitman has requested a legal representative to contact the other party," reported an HR employee from the Whitman Group.

In truth, Wynter had planted her subordinates in the company's HR department, but it was her choice whether to put them to use.

She had already been aware of Noah's intention. Ever since uncovering the Montclairs' betrayal and Easton's misdeeds, Noah had been making arrangements.

Wynter understood that he wanted to end things with Ophelia peacefully—they were once husband and wife, after all.

Noah did give Ophelia a second chance, but the Montclair family refused to acknowledge their faults. They offered no apologies for Easton's misdeeds, treating the incident as if it were entirely justified.

And then there was Cyrus, who they had raised to be a failure. When Ophelia pushed Cyrus to pull his funds, Noah made his decision.

"Mrs. Montclair Senior covets my uncle's shares, but that's only possible if there's any left in his name." Wynter smirked. She seemed less like a righteous woman and more like a beautiful, intimidating villain.

Dalton shot her a calm look, noting that she still resembled a villain despite the passing years. Wynter caught his gaze and blinked, wondering if something was wrong.

Without a word, Dalton scooped a forkful of cheesecake and fed it to her. As for Wynter, she sluggishly chewed on the fork.

The HR employee didn't expect to witness the usual dynamic between Wynter and Dalton. Having faced numerous situations in recruitment, she ignored it and cleared her throat softly. "Are you saying that Mr. Whitman has been planning this for a while?"

Wynter nodded affirmatively. As someone overseeing the company, Noah was no pushover.

He wasn't particularly fond of sweets and chose a cup of coffee instead, yet he seemed quite skilled in feeding others. Wynter was puzzled and couldn't help stealing glances at him in the car.

Feeling her gaze's weight, Dalton ended his call and turned to her. "You've been staring at me for a while. What do you want?"

"I'm just curious. You seem used to feeding others. Aren't you the one who should be served?" Wynter asked as she sized him up.

Setting his business laptop aside, Dalton met her eyes. "It's nice to play a different role once in a while. That said, your phone has been ringing for quite some time, my dear fiancée. It's time to take some orders, Goldie Quinnell."

True to his words, Wynter did have a special ringtone for special orders.