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



Chapter 1768 Entitlement

Wynter shook her head, doing her best to regain her composure. After all, they were on a university campus, and setting a bad example wouldn't do. Hence, she lightly pushed Dalton aside and strode forward.

She figured that it was perhaps time to consult a diviner or take a trip to the underworld and uncover the truth about her past life with him.

In her hazy memories, Dalton always seemed like the type of character straight out of a fantasy novel-a seemingly aloof yet deeply desire-driven demonic cultivator.

Mt. Dragon might be able to send her to the underworld for a quick visit-maybe to browse a spirit market and search for lost souls. She could even investigate the missing spirit of Stacey, who had allegedly committed suicide.

The morgue held no trace of her, nor did the dormitory or any other part of the campus. In fact, Monway University was disturbingly clean-unnaturally so. A place completely devoid of wandering spirits was far from normal.

Dalton observed her silently, his gaze flickering with complex emotions. He seemed torn between wanting her to remember and dreading the day she fully recovered her memories. Because when that day came, it might mark the end of their relationship.

Dalton smiled faintly, the sunlight shining on his face, highlighting his handsome features. However, his beauty was devoid of warmth, leaving passersby unsettled.

"Let's go check out the area outside the campus. I noticed some food stalls on the way here. Besides, I'm a bit hungry myself," Wynter said.

She grabbed Dalton's hand and led him toward the snack street just outside the campus. She claimed they were going for food, but in truth, she was gathering information for the case. They arrived at the street after walking a few miles past the campus gates. The street was bustling, filled with an array of snacks and delicacies.

"Hi, I would like a wrap! Extra veggies!" Wynter said to one of the stall owners, then turned to Dalton. "Dalton, pay up."

Dalton chuckled, pulling out his phone to complete the payment.

The stall owner handed over the wrap and commented, "You two are really good-looking. You don't look like students from around here, though."

Wynter took the wrap from the owner and smiled. "We're not students. A girl recently died in the dorms, and I'm her cousin. I came to take a look."