Chapter 92 Wynter's Inquiries

"Oh..." The gangster turned to face his unconscious commander. Wynter trod on the man's hand after failing to receive a reaction. The man shrieked in agony, "Yes! "We're taking illegal orders!" with desperation. She took a step back and turned to face the man, who paled in fear. You appear to be in charge. Tell me the details of the order. "We have to get you out of Southdale, no matter how we do it." Afraid to provoke her, he raised his aching hand. He asked, “Why don’t you think about who your enemy is?” Wynter released him. "My adversaries are too numerous. I'm not able to guess. The mobsters were taken aback. Dalton laughed. He was nearly immaculate, wearing a suit. He watched Wynter with a deep, lovely glance. She thought he was attempting to woo her. Her eyebrows sprang upwards as she murmured, seductively, "It's okay if a good-looking guy makes fun of me." Dalton walked over to her, straightening her long hair that had become tangled up in the altercation. "Do you need Ethan to investigate this?" he muttered. "Not necessary." Without much thought to what he was doing, Wynter just listened to his voice. You didn't own any lozenges, did you? Dalton grinned. "I consumed them. I have a meeting, though. That's what I wanted to tell you earlier! Go now.