Chapter 167 Dalton Sent a Picture

Noticing Franklin's intrusion, Dalton stared at him with his hand tucked in his trousers before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his narrowed eyes emitting a sense of oppression. Franklin quickly took a step back! Paying no attention to Franklin, Dalton lowered his eyes and fiddled with the red beaded bracelet on his wrist. The lighting of the meeting room cast his profound features in a play of shadows and light, concealing his true emotions. When Franklin finally managed to calm down, Dalton spoke in a low voice, "You want to take a look at me, Ms. Quinnell?" "That's one way of putting it." Wynter didn't deny it. Dalton's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Okay." He agreed? Not only was Wynter surprised, but even Franklin was so shocked by this hidden side of Dalton that he wished he had never entered the room. Dalton said indifferently, "I can send you my picture, but on one condition: Promise you'll examine me, Ms. Quinnell." "Okay," Wynter replied without hesitation, pla