Chapter 176
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Dalton had grown up lauded with praise. He was capable, cold, and calculative. Nothing could take him
by surprise.
He was the hardest person to deal with in the Yarwood family because no one knew what he was
thinking or feeling.
Dalton wished the people who praised him could see what Wynter did to him.
With her, he was no longer the one in control. Rather, she was controlling him.
The fact that she couldn’t be bothered to listen to him piqued his interest and his frustration. He likened
it to being tickled.
His fingers clenched around the teacup as his dark gaze flickered to where Wolf sat in the ballroom.
The angle made it hard for Dalton to see what Wolf was typing.
He doubted Wolf was into games, and Larry’s treatment of him warranted some pondering.
Dalton looked away and glanced down at his waist. His gaze darkened dangerously.
He would not let anyone bite him and get away with it, not even if the person was family. Meanwhile,
Wolf was still typing away in the ballroom. He had a baguette in his m*uth as his fingers flew over the
keyboard. For someone who looked so naive, his instincts were sharper than most.
He suddenly looked up toward the second floor.
He could make out an elegant but blurry silhouette in the dim lighting. However, he could not see the
person’s face as a large cluster of roses obscured it.
Wolf could only see the person’s hand, which seemed familiar.
At once, Wolf stopped typing. His l*ps formed a thin line as an inexplicable aversion toward that
mysterious person seized him.
Rising to his feet, he walked over to Larry and signed the question, “Who’s the person up there?”
Larry could only guess what Wolf was signing. “Is someone up there?”
Wolf nodded, a somber look flashing across his childish features.
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Larry glanced in the direction Wolf had gestured in earlier. At once, he was greeted by Fabian’s cold
and imperious side profile. “Mr. Quinnell Senior? I didn’t think the old man would be in Southdale!”
“Not the old man,” Wolf signed as he nodded at the figure opposite Fabian. “The young one over
there!”
Larry recognized Dalton’s dark trench coat at once. “That’s Dalton, the head of the
Yarwoods and our next big investor. He’s got the looks and the money–he’s the whole package!”
Wolf narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the figure on the second floor once more.
“That’s the guy who made me lose my computer!” the little boy thought angrily.
Larry noticed the vicious gleam in Wolf’s eyes and quickly held the child back. He said in hushed tones,
“You can’t lay a finger on that guy, kid. If you do, then we’re both done for.”
Wolf paid no mind to Larry’s warning as he grabbed one of the chairs, ready for a throwdown.
“Boss has already agreed to work with Dalton. If you hurt him, you’ll have to tell Boss what you did,”
Larry said immediately.
Hearing this, Wolf let go of the chair. He frowned, clearly displeased by how things had
turned out.
As such, his act of remotely controlling the school radio station became fueled with
annoyance.
Meanwhile, Dalton had hidden from Wolf’s line of sight deliberately. He wanted to know what an 11–
year–old child was doing with that tablet.
Judging by Wolf’s typing speed, he did not look like he was gaming at all. Rather, the little kid worked
that keyboard like an IT professional.
Dalton’s gaze darkened. No one could tell what he was thinking, not even Ethan, who couldn’t sense
anything other than Dalton’s displeasure.
Over at the Medical Academy, the snippet of the scandalous conversation was still playing through the
speakers. “Whatever you say goes, Mr. Anderson…”
The students at the radio station couldn’t put a stop to it. At this point, the whole school was in shock.
All the teachers and students had heard the female voice in the audio. They were all
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stumped, and their eyes were wide with surprise
“Wait, doesn’t that voice belong to Ms. Greene, the homeroom teacher for Class Three?”