Chapter 167 The Identity Of Wolf

• Dalton had been praised abundantly as a child. He was calculating, cold, and capable. There was nothing that could surprise him. Among the Yarwood family, he was the most difficult to deal with because no one understood his true feelings or thoughts. Dalton hoped Wynter's actions toward him were visible to those who had applauded him. He no longer held the power with her. Instead, she was in charge of him. He was interested and a little frustrated that she couldn't be bothered to listen to him. It reminded him of getting tickled.
• His black eyes flitted to the ballroom where Wolf sat, and his fingers gripped on the teacup. Dalton could barely see what Wolf was typing because of the angle. He didn't think Wolf was a gamer, and the way Larry treated him made him think. Dalton averted his gaze and took a quick glimpse at his waist. His eyes grew ominously dark. Even if the victim was a member of his family, he would never allow someone to bite him and get away with it. Wolf, meantime, continued to type in the ballroom. With a notebook clutched in his mouth, his fingers caressed the keyboard. His instincts were sharper than most, especially for someone who appeared so innocent. Abruptly, he turned to face the second story.
• In the low light, he could make out a graceful, although slightly fuzzy, silhouette. He was unable to see the person's face, though, because a thick clump of flowers covered it. Wolf could barely make out the hand of the individual, which looked familiar. Wolf stopped typing at that moment. His lips curled into a thin line as he was overcome with an unexplainable dislike for that enigmatic individual. He got up and asked Larry, "Who's the person up there?" as he moved over to him. From what Larry could tell, Wolf was signing something. "Is there anyone up there?" Wolf nodded, a serious expression passing over his innocent features.