Chapter 176 Wolf's Identity

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.