Chapter 510 The Yarwood

My skeleton in the closet is that. Put an end to the digging. Wynter gave his wrist a tap. "He's speaking to you, so you should be respectful." Wynter's goal was straightforward: she wanted to get rid of Charlie as soon as possible. She was feeling depressed after seeing his ugly face. Dalton glanced up languidly, seeming pretty docile. "I am aware of the repercussions the Shepherd family will experience, but I am not sure what the repercussions of offending them will be." What a farce. One of the men said, "You dare boast that you're just Wynter's toyboy?" Dalton didn't seem valuable to Yvette either. Food could not be put on the table by a handsome face. And he dared to make her seem bad! When Wynter heard what the man had to say, he laughed. "Toyboy? You're correct, friend. He could easily make at least $100,000 at a nightclub with his face. No, add two hundred thousand. Dalton took Wynter's hand, which was rubbing his face, and let her joke about. "Will you let me take care of this first, even though I know you like my face?" Wynter nodded; he had never been so submissive. The drama that was developing was becoming increasingly captivating. What gave these folks the impression that Dalton was a kept man? Did their brains fail, or were they blind? How foolish did they have to be to have such a misconception? "All right." Charlie was growing too irritated to argue any longer.