Chapter 167 The Identity Of Wolf

Dalton had been praised abundantly as a child. He was calculating, cold, and capable. There was nothing that could surprise him. Among the Yarwood family, he was the most difficult to deal with because no one understood his true feelings or thoughts. Dalton hoped Wynter's actions toward him were visible to those who had applauded him. He no longer held the power with her. Instead, she was in charge of him. He was interested and a little frustrated that she couldn't be bothered to listen to him. It reminded him of getting tickled. His black eyes flitted to the ballroom where Wolf sat, and his fingers gripped on the teacup. Dalton could barely see what Wolf was typing because of the angle. He didn't think Wolf was a gamer, and the way Larry treated him made him think. Dalton averted his gaze and took a quick glimpse at his waist. His eyes grew ominously dark. Even if the victim was a member of his family, he would never allow someone to bite him and get away with it. Wolf, meantime, continued to type in the ballroom. With a notebook clutched in his mouth, his fingers caressed the keyboard. His instincts were sharper than most, especially for someone who appeared so innocent. Abruptly, he turned to face the second story.