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



Chapter 1772 Trust No One

"Here's the place. I've been pressing him for the rent, but he never pays them on time. I only rented the place to him because I felt bad for him.

"But Bowie's an honest guy, and I don't see any issues with him. He hardly raises his voice," commented the landlord, Travis Zielinski. He wore flip-flops and had a cigarette between his teeth.

The keys around his waist suggested that he was a relocated resident, though he seemed laidback while explaining to Dalton. He couldn't help but ask with a frown, "Does Bowie really owe you money?"

Dalton, rarely finding himself in such a filthy environment, had a pale expression since he stepped foot into the area, as though the foul stench gripped him. However, raised with manners, he remained every bit of a gentleman, offering no complaints but a soft hum in reply.

"You don't seem like the kind of person who's here to collect a debt," Travis muttered.

Wynter knew that Dalton had been disturbed by the squalid surroundings. She took out a mask and beckoned to him.

Confused, Dalton leaned in only for Wynter to slip the mask over his face. The unpleasant stench was now masked by her soft fragrance. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on her as he stood perfectly still.

After Wynter adjusted the mask on Dalton, she turned to Travis and continued, "Open the door, please."

Though Travis was stunned by the couple's interaction, he still took out the keys. The door unlocked with a soft click, confirming that no one was at home.

Inside, the space felt cramped and disorganized. An old laptop sat on the table with empty takeout boxes beside it, and dirty clothes were tossed randomly across the couch. The disarray living space seemed to mirror the tenant's habits.

Just as Travis was about to speak, he saw Wynter slip on a pair of disposable gloves.