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

Chapter 1732 It's You

Eric's lips curved into a smile. "I've been waiting to hear from you. Is it finally time?"

The voice replied, "With the pandemic halted, the Heaven's Resentment Formation remains unactivated. We need to push forward with the plan. Before that, I'll have someone to get rid of that Quinnell girl."

"That sounds good to me. No one will know that the late Mr. Quinell Senior was..." Eric burst into laughter, cutting his own words short. He then hung up the call and headed to his car.

Meanwhile, Wynter was about to leave the café on her superbike when she heard someone clamoring from behind.

"That's her, Mr. Stavius! She's the one claiming that Mt. Dragon is ruined!"

Kaspar looked straight ahead but failed to recognize Wynter with her back to him. "Who are you? Which sect do you belong to? Why did you slander Mt. Dragon?" he demanded.

As Wynter slowly turned around, the words died on his lips.

"W-Wynter Quinnell? You brat! Have you confused her with someone else?" Kaspar slapped Cornelius sharply before hopping toward Wynter, eager to hear why she was in Colifernia. Wynter answered, "I'm here on business. What about you?"

"This brat told me that Mt. Dragon was being slandered for our poor courtesy and that we'd be gone soon. So, I rushed here to deal with it," Kaspar stated as he beckoned Cornelius over.

Upon seeing Kaspar's friendly demeanor toward Wynter, Cornelius was left confused and unsettled. "I must be mistaken, Mr. Stavius. She's not the one. Let's go find the real slanderer."

Yet, Wynter fixed him with a piercing glance and a dangerous smirk. "Did you tell Mr. Stavius that someone has slandered Mt. Dragon? It seems like your mouth only runs with nonsense. You've let the praises in Colifernia go to your head. Well, let me teach you a lesson on Mr. Stavius' behalf."

She moved in a flash as the silver needle shot out. Kaspar watched by the side, as if it was of no concern to him.

In truth, Wynter had no intention of seriously harming Cornelius. She could tell he had potential but had squandered it. After being hailed as the Colifernia Chamber of Commerce's esteemed guest, he had grown arrogant and viewed others with disdain.

It was the perfect timing-she had free time, and he showed up right when she needed to let off some steam.

"Save me, Mr. Stavius! A disciple of your lineage is about to die!" Cornelius cried.

Kaspar replied coolly, "Oh, don't worry about that. Even without you, I have plenty more disciples in my lineage."

Hearing that, Cornelius could only cover his head as he struggled to dodge Wynter's deadly strikes.

Kaspar silently chastised Cornelius for provoking her. After all, he had once nearly sought her mentorship.

Suddenly, Kaspar recalled his dissipating energy, and his gentle gaze turned into a vicious glare. "Don't tell me you were the one who offended her, causing half of Mt. Dragon's heavenly energy to be lost and our signboard to tilt! You foolish disciple!"

With that, Kaspar joined the fray. With nowhere to escape, Cornelius was kicked from all sides as though he were a soccer ball.

After some time, Wynter and Kaspar were exhausted from the skirmish and took a seat on a nearby bench, leaving Cornelius sprawled on the ground. Wynter took a sip of her water before inquiring about Kaspar's purpose for being in Colifernia.

"I was on my way to Hawford when I sensed half of the heavenly energy from Mt. Dragon had vanished. I traced the cause to Colifernia, so I hurried over. However, I was soon informed that Mr. Winston Senior had appeared in the city," Kaspar stated sternly.

He already knew that the real Clyde was dead. In other words, the one appearing in Colifernia wasn't Clyde at all, but an imposter wearing his skin.

Wynter showed no surprise at Kaspar's words. If he hadn't been aware of such things, Mt. Dragon would truly be in peril.

"We should keep this between a select few. After all, most people only trust what they see. Since you're here in Colifernia, I could use some help," Wynter said.

Kaspar fearfully retreated a step. "Don't tell me you're planning something terrible. Listen here there's no other powerful Stavius in Mt. Dragon but me. If things go wrong, Kaspar Stavius will be gone from this world."

Wynter hadn't realized that Kaspar could be humorous. In Kingbourne, he was a figure of great respect and held accomplishments in the Arcane Way, yet he remained elusive. Little did the citizens know that beneath his serious demeanor lay a witty sense of humor.

Wynter waved her hand dismissively and replied, "It's nothing like that. You've heard about the pandemic, right? It was caused artificially. We believe they might start meddling with our geomancy or formations next.

"There's an old medium in Colifernia-the fake Clyde Winston. The reason he's called 'old' might have something to do with his extraordinary abilities. I need you to find clues about him. After all, cultivators can sense each other's presence."

As Kaspar fell into thought, Wynter continued, "It's okay to refuse. While I don't think it'll be a problem, the people might think the mighty Mr. Stavius-"

Kaspar swiftly cut her off before she could finish. "I'll do it! The meals..."

"Three meals a day, lodging included, and a nine-to-five schedule," Wynter replied. Kaspar happily agreed to the deal.

Glancing at Cornelius, Wynter added, "Your disciple's fine, but he's far too naive. He's been here since leaving the mountains, soaking up flattery from the chamber of commerce. I suggest you knock some sense into him every day."

With that, Wynter mounted her superbike and rode off.

Kaspar turned to Cornelius and lifted him from the ground. "It seems like you're living the life here, eating meat every day. Do you know the others at Mt. Dragon can only get meat once a week? When we get back, I'll let you have a taste of my 'love!'"'

Meanwhile, in Hawford, Cleo had been informed of the events happening in Colifernia. Beside him, Alaric commented, "Ms. Quinnell did a remarkable job, didn't she?"

Cleo nodded approvingly. "She certainly did. Not only did she prevent the pandemic from spreading at a crucial moment, but she also had Colifernia Chamber of Commerce's chairman thrown to jail."

"Though, she might believe that Tarvin is the true chairman," Alaric added.

"I see what you're getting at. You're worried that she might underestimate the situation and fall victim to the mastermind." Cleo addressed Alaric's concern as he stood from the rocking chair.

Alaric affirmed, "Exactly, Mr. Sinclair. If all went as planned, Ms. Quinnell must have acquired the gold-eyed goldfish left by Mr. Gordon-it's the emblem to inherit the chamber of commerce."

Cleo ordered resolutely, "Pack our things and book a flight to Colifernia for tomorrow. If she truly has found the emblem, we need to tell her the truth. I'm ready to put my life on the line to help her reclaim control of the chamber of commerce."

As Alaric set about making the necessary preparations, Cleo silently gazed at the plants in the room. The situation in Colifernia was far more complicated than it appeared, and he knew there was a real chance he might not make it out alive.

Yet, he had found the only one who carried Gordon's legacy, and he wouldn't hesitate to follow her.

Wynter suddenly recalled she had left Dalton at the hotel. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to care for him while handling the pandemic, but it seemed she had now almost forgotten about him entirely. She quickly rode back to the hotel, reaching its entrance in just ten minutes.

Confidently, she made her way to Dalton's room. When she opened the door, his handsome face greeted her.

"So, how does it feel to be without me these past few days, Mr. Yarwood?" Wynter teased.

Dalton smiled faintly in return. "Ms. Quinnell, you told me to stay here during the pandemic. But now that it's over, you show up days later. Is there something you can't resolve together with your fiancé?"

Wynter nervously tossed her hair and replied, "Well, there's just been so much going on, so I nearly forgot you're here. I promise it won't happen again."

Dalton shot a glance at her. "Well, I've been just fine these past few days. I had coffee and refreshments - I didn't even miss a single meeting. Grandpa's back, too. He told us to join him for lunch."

Wynter hummed. "Let's head over, then. Coincidentally, I came on my bike."

Meanwhile, Rohan, kept in the holding cell, was having his meal when he suddenly collapsed, foam spilling from his mouth. The custody officers hurriedly called for an ambulance and reported the situation to Lucas.

As Wynter was about to leave for Theo's residence on her superbike, her phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was a call from Lucas, she quickly answered, "What's wrong, Lucas?" "Rohan was eating in his cell when he suddenly started foaming at the mouth. We rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late," Lucas informed her grimly.

To that, Wynter replied that she would gather more information at the hospital. Although Dalton could infer the situation from her words, he said nothing and merely gazed at her.

Sensing his gaze, Wynter explained, "Mr. Tarvin, Colifernia Chamber of Commerce's chairman we arrested recently, had an unexpected incident while dining. We need to visit the hospital before heading to Mr. Theo's place."

With that, she started the engine and rode off toward the hospital.

As for Theo, he had grown more fond of Wynter, especially since he received her message urging him to leave Colifernia for fear of the virus outbreak.

He made a call to Fabian and asked, "Hey, Fabian, when are we going to arrange Wynter's wedding? We can't wait to have her join our family-we even prepared the wedding gifts!"

On the other end of the line, Fabian replied, "It's not my place to meddle in the youngsters' decisions. Besides, it's up to Wynter to choose if she wants to marry. She's still young, and I doubt her brothers will approve of her marriage."

"Those boys aren't a concern. What truly matters is Wynter's consent. If she agrees, we could have the wedding tomorrow morning, and by the afternoon, she'll be a cherished member of our family," Theo persuaded.

The two elders went back and forth-one pushing for the wedding to happen soon, while the other was reluctant to see Wynter get married.

At that moment, Wynter stood over Rohan's corpse, observing his purple lips and the foams lingering around his mouth.

"He ate the same food as us, yet this happened," the custody officer reported.noveldrama

When asked whether they had bought the food from outside, he replied affirmatively, "We got it from our regular restaurant."

Hearing that, Wynter ordered a search for clues at the restaurant mentioned. She quickly realized that Rohan was marked for death, and Eric had likely staged it.

Despite knowing that Eric was behind Rohan's death, Wynter had no evidence to prove it.

Taking out a silver needle, she inserted it into one of Rohan's acupuncture points. When she withdrew the needle, it was blackened.

There was no mistaking it-Rohan was silenced. Eric must've realized that she had noticed him, so he asked her out for tea and presented himself as one of Gordon's retired loyal followers.

"Take care of the corpse and send it to the chamber of commerce. Tell the members that Mr. Tarvin died of food poisoning," Wynter instructed the custody officer.

Though Rohan held no significance to her, his life still mattered. No one should ever take another's life in any way.

"Come one, let's go to Mr. Theo's place," Wynter said as she glanced at Dalton.

Just as they arrived at Theo's residence, the table was already set with food. Upon stepping inside, they found Theo on the phone. It was surprising how long the elders could talk. As expected, the entire discussion revolved around the couple's wedding.

Noticing their arrival, Theo shouted into the phone, "Enough talking, my granddaughter-in-law is here!" He then swiftly ended the call.

"Hey, when did my granddaughter become your in-law?" However, Fabian's confused protests echoed in the silence.

Theo turned to Wynter with a beaming smile. "Come and sit here, Wynter. I know you have a light appetite, so I prepared your favorite food."

He didn't even bother to spare Dalton a glance, seemingly regarding his grandson as little more than a messenger. Dalton shook his head and sat beside Wynter.

"Try this, Wynter. It's delicious! And this, too!" Theo insisted as he piled Wynter's plate high with food.

Just then, he suddenly inquired, "When will you have the wedding, Wynter? I've already spoken with Fabian, and we're both eager to meet our great-granddaughter." Wynter was taken aback before replying, "We'll get to that once everything is wrapped up." Theo was elated by the response. "Fantastic! I'll be waiting for your good news."

As evening approached, Wynter excused herself to handle her affairs, while Dalton chatted with Theo.

Riding her superbike, she noticed a car rapidly closing in behind her before swerving into her lane. She immediately slammed on the brakes and intended to examine the situation, when a sudden flash in the distance caught her eye.

Her alertness shot up, and she attempted to move toward a blind spot. The moment she shifted, a bullet shot toward her from above.

Despite there being only a few pedestrians around, the sound of the gunshot still sent them into a panic.

Wynter swiftly issued an order through the dark web. "Track my location and lock down the streets. Someone just fired a rifle in the open. Search carefully, and don't let anyone suspicious escape!"

When Wynter looked back at the place where the shot came from, there was no one there.

Just as she prepared to move, a figure suddenly appeared before her with a gun pointing straight at her.

Wynter was surprised upon recognizing his face. "It's you!"