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    Dalton’s smile deepened upon hearing Wynter’spliment. “What


    an honor,” he quipped.


    For some reason, the golden-frame sses he wore made him look


    even more devilish.


    This was the first time Dalton’s bodyguards had seen him being teased like this, and they couldn’t help


    their amusement.


    They were even more impressed with Wynter for being able to get


    away with teasing Dalton. In the past, he was so aloof that even


    socialites dared not approach him at dinner parties, let alone tease


    him.


    But Wynter did not seem to fear him and behaved as if she was


    perfectly at ease in hispany. In any case, she had Dalton.


    wrapped around her pinky, though the bodyguards were loathe to


    point this out to him.


    Sheplimented Dalton so openly and yfully that one might


    have thought that she had done this multiple times.


    Wynter dered, “You’re mine, is that understood?” She did not like


    sharing what she had imed as hers.


    Dalton twirled a strand of her long hair around his finger. “Yes, I’m


    yours.”


    “I want intel on that youngdy the Quinnells sponsored,” Wynter said


    as a yawn escaped her. She was clearly tired. “I still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with her scent. I


    should let Wolf see her in person


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    so he can determine it.”


    Dalton stroked her hair. “Sleepy?”


    “A little.” Wynter yawned again.


    He draped a coat over her shoulders and asked, “Would you like to


    return to the room?”


    “Okay,” was all she mumbled as exhaustion washed over her.


    She felt like she had been in this building before. Fragments of


    unfamiliar memories shed through her mind as her eyelids grew


    heavy.


    Dalton sensed that she was exhausted and did not bring her back to


    the main building. He had someone check them into a presidential


    suite instead.


    Wynter lifted a brow. “Why this floor?”


    “You’ll be sleeping in my room tonight,” Dalton replied, gently shoving


    her through the door. His voice was pleasant as he added, “I’ll be


    working in the study.”


    She looked up at him inquisitively.


    “What, do you not trust me or something?” he asked with a chuckle.


    “No.” Wynter stretched and took off her shoes, then padded barefoot


    across the carpeted floor. “I’m going to bed. Have fun working,


    though.


    “Also, could you call my grandmother and tell her where I’m spending the night?”


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    She was tired after a long day, but she refused to get into bed without showering first. As such, she


    headed into the bathroom while Dalton called Margaret as instructed.


    “Yes, she’s washing up now, don’t worry. Get some rest, Madam Margaret. I’ll take you and Wolf


    sightseeing tomorrow.”


    On the other end, Margaret hung up and looked at Wolf.


    Wolf signed, “That man’s dangerous!”


    Margaret ruffled his head andughed. “I never thought I’d hear your call another man dangerous.”


    Wolf’s expression was grave. “I don’t like that man,” he signed. “But he pays well, so I don’t know what


    to make of him.”


    Margaret couldn’t help butugh at this as she sprawled on the couch. Wolf simply gaped at her,


    unable toprehend why she


    wouldn’t take him seriously. The same went for Wynter, who


    repeatedly ignored his warnings.


    Wolf was certain that Dalton could brainwash others. He couldn’t


    understand why Wynter hadn’t seen the ck tendrils that curled


    around Dalton as they were only bing more present.


    It was as if there was something inside Dalton that couldn’t be suppressed any longer.


    Wolf had no idea what it was, but it felt familiar. He also couldn’t help. feeling like he and Dalton had


    met before. Either way, he didn’t like


    Dalton.


    He shook his head and rattled his brains for an answer, but he


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    couldn’t remember anything. He let out a sigh in frustration.


    That night, Wolf kept tossing and turning in bed. Safe to say, he did


    not sleep well at all.


    Meanwhile, over in the presidential suite, Wynter wanted to bury


    herself under the covers right after her hot shower. She would have done so if Dalton hadn’t hauled her


    up and proceeded to blow-dry her


    damp hair.


    She was so tired that she had to lean her head against him. “Are you


    done?”


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    “Almost,” Dalton said, nearlyughing at the sight of her.


    Just then, his phone screen lit up. It was time he joined the


    international conference call that had been scheduled in advance.