Chapter 317 The Presidential Suite

Wynter's compliment made Dalton smile even more. "What a distinction,” he joked. He wore golden-frame spectacles, which somehow made him appear even more nasty. Dalton's bodyguards couldn't help but laugh, as they had never witnessed him being taunted in this way before. Even more impressive to them was Wynter's ability to not bother making fun of Dalton. He used to be so distant that even at dinner parties, socialites were afraid to approach him, much less make fun of him. However, Wynter acted as though she was afraid of him and showed no signs of terror. completely comfortable in his presence. She had Dalton, nonetheless. around her pinky, but the bodyguards were reluctant to bring this to his attention. She gave Dalton such candid and lighthearted praise that one might have assumed that she had done this several times. Wynter stated, “You’re mine; is that understood?” She disliked revealing what she had claimed. She had long hair, and Dalton wrapped a length around his finger. "Yes, I am yours.