The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1486 Too Late Now

The last sentence felt like a dagger to Tamia's heart.

At this point, how could she possibly admit that Wynter truly had the capability? Worse yet, she couldn't even fully grasp the extent of Wynter's connections.

Whoever those connections were, they were far more influential than anything the Whitman family had established in Hawford! After all, to be able to manipulate the stock market like Wynter would mean that she had support with great funds behind her!

Tamia's face paled even further. She took a shaky step backward, rapidly turning the beaded bracelet around her wrist.

For some reason, Wynter's chilling words from Quaint Villa echoed in her mind. "I can send the Montclairs behind bars, too."

As she staggered backward, Tamia's head hit the wall behind her. The string of the beaded bracelet she had been clutching snapped. The beads scattered across the floor, the sound of them rolling around eerily reverberating through the room.

"Ms. Yates! Get Ms. Yates here!"

This was Tamia's first instinct.

The breaking of the bracelet was unmistakable in its meaning. People, when faced with insurmountable difficulties, often turned to the divine for help. Tamia, deeply superstitious, believed that the legendary "Ms. Yates" could provide her with a way out.

"No, wait! Bring Ophelia back first!" Tamia suddenly said.

The butler was about to make a call to Ophelia, but Tamia could hardly wait any longer." Stop her! If you can't bring her back, do whatever it takes to stop her!"

But it was too late. Just as she finished her sentence, Ophelia walked in, her face still beaming with happiness. "Mom, why are you trying to stop me?"

Tamia's head spun even more as she saw Ophelia return.

Ophelia, oblivious to the turmoil, continued, "Don't worry, I won't hesitate this time or see divorce as something disgraceful anymore. The Whitmans have made it clear they want me gone, so there's no point in staying. I should have left Noah long ago!NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"I've already submitted the documents. I didn't even say a word when I was there and

allowed the lawyer to handle everything."

Tamia felt her breath quicken, nearly choking on the shock. She steadied herself against the table and confirmed, "Have you really submitted the documents?"

"Yeah." Ophelia nodded.

Tamia grasped her own hand tightly. "It's too late. Everything's too late."

At this point, it was unrealistic to consider not going through with the divorce. The Whitman family would never be as unguarded as they had been before.

Tamia even suspected that Ophelia's decision to file for divorce was part of a larger scheme orchestrated by Wynter.

But was it possible? How could Wynter pull something like this? She wasn't a fortune teller like Yvette, right?

"Mom! What's wrong? Don't scare me!" Seeing Tamia fainting, Ophelia rushed forward to support her.

Ophelia's face turned pale in an instant as Tamia clutched her hand tightly, muttering as if in a trance, "Ophelia, this marriage... you shouldn't have ended it... it shouldn't have ended."

Meanwhile, Yvette, who Tamia had been fixated on, was dragged to the company by Kenton's people.

Her face and arms were filled with bruises. This morning, she had wanted to leave immediately when she realized something was wrong with Wray Group.

The stocks she had once expected to soar had plummeted for three consecutive days, almost hitting rock bottom.

Kenton had called her long ago, demanding her presence, but how could she possibly have the guts to go? It wasn't just Kenton who had followed her advice and invested in stocks. If they saw her, they would surely make her wish she was dead!

Hence, she had booked the earliest flight and snuck out of her neighborhood.

Just when she thought she was in the clear, Thesara blocked her path. Yvette never imagined she would meet her downfall at a mere maid's hands.

Thesara had informed Kenton's people, and now she was left in this sorry state!

"I heard you were planning to go to the airport, Ms. Yates."

Before her stood Kenton, who no longer resembled the man she first met. The air of confidence that once defined him had vanished, leaving only a chilling presence in its place!