Chapter 1886 Sharp Tongue

"A cultivator?" Delmar looked around in confusion. Wynter pointed to herself, smiling confidently, making her beauty even more striking. Delmar had just taken a sip of tea and nearly choked, spitting it out in shock. "You, Mrs. Yarwood?" She nodded. "Don't let my appearance fool you. I spent part of my childhood training on the mountain with my mentor. I'm not saying I'm all-powerful, but when it comes to Arcane Divination or analyzing fortune around a villa like the Maynerd family's, I know what I'm doing." Wynter wasn't boasting, and it wasn't modesty, either. She couldn't match Dalton, who had sensed something was wrong with Havenia's fortune the moment they arrived. But when it came to detecting malevolent spirits, she had always been exceptionally perceptive. Still, Delmar remained skeptical. It was hard to imagine a business heiress versed in Arcane Divination. Then Dalton, in his usual laid-back tone, said, "I'm the one she pulled back from the jaws of death. Don't worry,