Chapter 519

Chapter 519 Showing off Wealth

As such century–old restaurants adhered strictly to etiquette, the wine was personally delivered by the

restaurant owner.

He wasn’t exactly sure of the people in the Yarwood family. But, according to the family’s upbringing,

the

so–called “brother–in–law” from Charlie’s room should know that Dalton wouldn’t be able to drink

alcohol

at all due to his poor health.

Why would they ask to have a bottle of red wine sent over?

But this was a rare opportunity for the owner to see Dalton. After all, it was widely known in their circle

that Dalton rarely dined out unless necessary.

Lester Wurth, the restaurant’s owner, often met with the Winston and Scott families‘ sons. Even if they

came, they would never dare to give Dalton alcohol. They would respectfully offer him tea instead.

Sometimes, Dalton would simply ask for everyone’s understanding by telling them he hadn’t been

feeling

well.

None of these sons from prestigious families would tell him no

Lester felt something was off about this bottle of wine he was holding. Bus still, he wore a determined

expression as if he would offend someone important if he didn’t send it over.

As he couldn’t make a decision, he had to come and deliver it himself.

However, Lester didn’t plan on taking money for the wine, nor did he dare to let Dalton drink it. He didn

even open it.

Holding a wine opener, he approached Dalton with a smile and informed, “Mr. Yarwood, a group of

students from Sacred Heart Medical University in the Dawn Room said this is from your brother–in–

law.”

When Lester said this, he deliberately glanced at Wynter.

At first, Lester didn’t know who Wynter was. When he noticed Dalton’s attitude later, he was shocked.

He never expected Dalton, who always kept his distance from others, to bring a woman and her

parents to dinner and even call it a family banquet.

Lester was clever, so he thought about it for a moment.

For Dalton to hold a family banquet for her, and for her to be held in high regard by Dalton…

Who else could Wynter be other than the Quinnell family’s seventh child?

Before meeting her, Lester had heard Kingbourne’s rich heirs mentioning her.

They said she was Fabian’s biological granddaughter who was brought back from the countryside. Not

only was she greedy and short–sighted, she had an average appearance and a petty attitude.

It seemed not all the gossip in their circle was entirely accurate.

Lester found Wynter’s appearance and demeanor cool and elegant yet somewhat alluring. She looked

at people while smiling playfully and lazily sat next to Dalton.

Not only was she not overshadowed in the slightest, but Wynter and Dalton seemed to complement

each

other.

Lester had hosted many wealthy women. Before this, he couldn’t think of any woman who could stand

next to Dalton and match his noble and elegant bearing.

However, he had an answer now.

“Ms. Quinnell, considering Mr. Yarwood’s condition, will he be drinking today?”

Wynter took the tea from her handsome fiancé and looked at Lester, seemingly questioning why Lester

would ask her whether Dalton would be drinking.

Hearing Lester’s question made Dalton smile.

“You should indeed ask her,” Dalton commented. “I’m under her management now.”

Shouldn’t he ask about the “brother–in–law” that Lester mentioned first?

Wynter asked out loud, “You have a brother–in–law?”

“Well…” Dalton tapped his long fingers on the table as he seemed to give it a good thought. “Maybe I

do.”

What kind of answer was that?

Dalton didn’t want to explain in detail to Wynter because there were elders present.

Seeing this, Marie smiled even more deeply and looked to her side.

“Wolf, I’m full. Would you like to join me for a walk to make all that food go down easier?”

A walk? Wold lifted his face from the roasted mutton. He was also done with his meal.

As eating more would make him appear impolite, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked toward

the head chef. He pointed at his barbecue tools and the nearby takeaway box.

He meant to say, “Could you please roast another mutton leg for me to take home?”