Chapter 1289 Why is He Here
It wasn’t until nearly 11:00 am that Wynter finally woke up. She was still feeling groggy as her eyes focused on her
surroundings.
She couldn’t tell if she was still dreaming or awake. In all her years, she had never had such a vivid dream, let alone a
sensual one about Dalton.
Wynter couldn’t really describe her current emotions. The
dream felt almost too real.
As a fortune teller, she had never been able to see her own
past lives nor thought about how she was in those lives. Despite Atwater’s occasional hints, she never really wondered about her previous incarnations.
Wynter never liked dwelling on the past but preferred looking ahead. Which was why she was never too interested in her previous lives. She believed that if rebirth or
reincarnation existed, there was a reason for forgetting everything.
However, the dream, along with the images she recalled after obtaining the Soul Commanding Badge in that previous formation, made her eager to see Atwater soon.
But for some reason, Atwater hadn’t come to find her yet.
There was no time for Wynter to ponder further. The phone
by her bed kept ringing. She glanced at the time, a rare look. of frustration crossing her face for the first time.
Had oversleeping caused her to miss something important? She felt unusually light.
Without dwelling on it, Wynter refocused on the Chamber of Commerce matters. She wouldn’t focus on any other
matters now.
She swiftly answered the call her movements sharp and decisive. Today, she exuded a true CEO’s presence.
Meanwhile, at Serenity Hotel in Riogeb, the grand banquet hall was illuminated as brightly as day.
Guests were dressed in bespoke attire and adorned with jewels. They moved about with the style of nobility from an old painting. Each smile and every toast revealed a
meticulously rehearsed elegance.
It was rare to see Serenity Hotel open for business. Today, however, luxury cars kept arriving one after another, and no one knew what was happening.
Many onlookers couldn’t resist taking photos. But with security present, the area was effectively cleared, leaving bystanders resigned to their fate. After all, it was private property.
At the center of it all, Kenton chatted leisurely with several old friends, a cigar between his fingers. He seemed utterly
at ease.
The long–absent Whitman family members had also arrived.
The two brothers, Taylor and Noah, maintained their usual dignified demeanor and exuded the same timeless elegance. they always had.
But the real shock came when Reuben appeared. He was dressed in a tunic suit and leaning on a dragon cane. His full head of silver hair did not make him appear old but rather more enigmatic than ever.
No one had expected Reuben to get down from his sickbed and be able to walk again. Judging by his appearance, he had even significantly recovered. How was this possible?
Kenton’s faction instinctively glanced toward Kenton. None of them had expected Reuben to attend the Chamber of Commerce, given that he had been on the brink of death.
Kenton’s smug expression faltered wo
he saw Reuben. He wondered how this old geezer was able to come.
Although that was what Kenton thought to himself, he couldn’t let it show on his face. After all, everyone in
Hawford knew how the Wray family rose to prominence. On the surface, he still had to show the utmost respect to Reuben.
This made Kenton tighten his grip on the wine glass. However, he quickly reassured himself.
After all, Reuben’s presence was merely the final flicker of a
dying flame. Soon, he would only be a supporting character in his grand show.