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

Chapter 175
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Chapter 175 Dalton Still Cares The woman's voice in the auwas sultry, followed by the sound of clothes rustling. Anyone who listened knew at once what had happened after that.

At that moment, Karina blanched. She glanced toward the crowd, where Edmund Anderson, the vice principal, stood grimacing.

He sported a bulging belly and a balding head. Waving his arms frantically, he yelled, "Turn it off! Tell the school rastation to turn it off right now!" The students manning the rastation had wanted to turn off the auas soon as they realized their mistake. However, the content was so scandalous that they froze in shock.

More to the point, they had no idea how the aucould have been routed into the broadcasting system in the first place.

It was as if someone had taken control of their rastation.

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Little did they know, someone had indeed taken control of their rastation, albeit remotely. The person behind this was not in the school compound but at the Chamber of Commerce.

Wolf was attending a dinner party with Larry when Wynter assigned him the mission.

He ate with such gusto that the attendants at the ball had to give him, and only him, several helpings of food. They kept the lamb chops, the dessert, and everything else coming.

However, he had cwith Larry. The presidents of renowned companies in Southdale all presumed Wolf was Larry's son and dared not condemn the child's eating habits. They even lauded him with praise.

"He's got such a healthy appetite!" Wolf did not utter a single word throughout dinner. He looked clean and proper, not to mention aloof. He didn't care much about anyone or anything other than food, not even Larry.

Wolf carried on eating until the watch on his wrist beeped. His dark eyes lit up as a grin stretched across his innocent-looking face.

He silently asked Larry for the tablet, which he then connected to a portable keyboard. Just like that, he sat down in the center of the ballroom.

Larry couldn't tell what gWolf was playing to make him look so excited.

Chapter 175 Dalton Still Cares 2/2 One of the company presidents remarked, "Your son sure is a serious gamer, Mr. Hilton." "Oh, um, yes." Larry was more approachable than usual as he dragged the company president to the side to discuss business matters.

From the serious look on Wolf's face, Larry knew the child was up to something and not to be disturbed.

Meanwhile, Dalton saw this from where he sat on the second floor.

Ethan had been keeping an eye on Wolf, and he would cin from tto tto whisper the latest update in Dalton's ear.

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Not even Fabian, who was seated across the table from Dalton, could keep Dalton from being so invested in Wolf's every move.

Having noticed Dalton's strange behavior, Fabian raised the porcelain teacup to his l*ps as his grey brows furrowed. "You seem to care a lot about the little boy. Who is he?

"Don't tellyou're only paying attention to him because everyone's been saying he could be Larry's son. Welkin Corporation might be impressive, but you're better." Fabian did not beat around the bush as he regarded Dalton with bright and knowing eyes.

Dalton smiled as he stared at the teacup in his hand. “He's Dr. Genius' brother." "Dr. Genius' brother?" Fabian repeated, surprised. He thought about Wynter, who looked so much like his wife.

He added somewhat bitterly, "I don't know what's going on with that girl. She hasn't been following up on our appointments or replying to my messages." Dalton wanted to say he was in the sboat, but he doubted now was the right time.

He had sent Wynter the pictures only for her to disappear after that. She didn't reply to his messages, either.

If Fabian weren't here right now, Dalton would have gone to the clinic to personally demand an explanation from her.