Chapter 503 Dry Milking The Other Party

• "Display their wealth?" Wynter looked at the crimson wine bottle and questioned the rationale for using wine to show off one's affluence. Dalton couldn't contain his laughter as he leaned on Wynter's shoulder after noticing the contemptuous look on her face. Wynter honestly had no idea what he was finding so funny. Her lovely eyes were filled with perplexity as she gripped his chin and tipped it up a little. She responded, "Please tell me how much money someone can show off with a bottle of wine." Lester wishes he could become unstoppable right now.
• Lester believed that no one would truly treat Dalton in this manner, even though Wynter was the Quinnell family's daughter. Indeed, it seemed as though Dalton was the mistress who caused the catastrophe and was held in the harem. Lester shook his head, not wanting to become caught in his thoughts. Dalton was aware of the other party's objectives because they were all guys. It was specifically because he realized that he had just displayed his feelings in public. "Their message is simply, 'Your brother-in-law has sent you a bottle of wine because you can't even afford to open it.'" Dalton's eyes were icy, yet there was still a tinge of laughter in his voice.
• Upon hearing those comments, Wynter arched his eyebrow. "That's it?" "That's it." Dalton sat there casually, toying with Wynter's hair while he laughed gently. "You're not too old yet. Your inability to grasp social subtleties is typical. He continued by stating, "And you don't need to understand." It. It's only a useless game. That "brother-in-law" most likely wished to remind someone of his existence. What a pain. Dalton struggled mightily to stifle the roiling anger inside him. As he called out the name Charlie, he recalled Margaret's comment about a youngster who had always enjoyed running behind people.