The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1134

Dalton smiled as he stood up, following Wynter. While adjusting his cuffs, his gaze met Kendrick's.

He coughed, and in a low voice, he said, "Your daughter is a lost cause. I have nothing more to advise.

"Actions like these do need to be covered up with some artistic skills. But I'll leave you with this, Mr. Larson. The Larson family is a nuisance and should be eliminated."

Unlike Wynter's bold and flamboyant manner, Dalton spoke calmly, as if he were just having a casual chat. Yet, his words were cutting.

Kendrick collapsed heavily to the ground, gasping for breath as his heart condition threatened to flare up.

He had his own lucrative schemes as a businessman. He was confident that his actions would remain undiscovered since he operated within legal boundaries.

After all, he wasn't the only one delaying payments to workers. Everyone was involved in microloans. It was just his bad luck that someone committed suicide, and somehow, it all fell on him.

Sara helped Kendrick up and urgently said, "Dad, I'll go find Uncle Philip. He won't stand idly by. I don't believe that the Quinnell family is so powerful that they can offend us without a care. I'll head to Hawford right now."

"It's useless." Kendrick knew he had made a colossal mistake. Someone would come to investigate him in less than two days.

It was at this moment that he knew that his peers had misjudged Wynter. They thought Wynter, without a proper education, was just clever.

Now he understood that her background didn't matter. She could still take them down without one.

As soon as the incident with the Larson family spread, it became the talk of the circle.

Those who had planned to give Wynter a hard time during her visit now wore grim expressions.

This left many socialites feeling shocked. They stood there with their exquisite makeup and the latest limited-edition Chanel bags, only to be utterly ignored.

These socialites, with their rigidly established socializing patterns, failed to understand one fundamental truth—absolute power would render social interactions meaningless.

Wynter didn't need to schmooze with those who couldn't understand her. Giving them a good beating would suffice. Befriending them and adhering to rules wasn't Wynter's way of doing things.

She valued efficiency above all else. She wasn't doing business with a bunch of overgrown babies, anyway. Dealing with those who needed to be dealt with was her style.

"Is this a visit, or is she using it as an excuse to deal with us?"

"Guys, we need to start keeping a low profile. Otherwise, we might be the next Larson family."