The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1504

"Absolutely." Astor Tisdel, the old man's secretary, had checked thoroughly.

The old man pondered for a moment. "Find a way to let him know what should and shouldn't be said. If Kenton is smart enough, he should understand."

"Understood." Astor adjusted his glasses before continuing, "You can rest assured, I will handle everything."

The old man's gaze darkened. "To accomplish great things, some sacrifices must be made. If necessary, offer the Wray family some benefits. Handle the situation in Valen Village."

Astor chuckled softly. "They are just a bunch of greedy, lowly individuals who believe they've accomplished something on their own just by riding on your coattails."

"Astor, be careful with your words." The old man's appearance was deceptively benign. He looked like someone who would do no harm. Even the cup he used was a cheap one bought from a supermarket.

"Go now. Remember, anyone but the Quinnel family can take charge in the Chamber of Commerce," the old man reminded.

Astor bowed his head. "I'll take care of it right away."

"The Winston family—" The old man started coughing before he continued, "Tell them to meet me at the usual place."

Astor was most concerned about the old man's health. "You're coughing again. This issue with the Wray family has affected your reassignment.

"Those higher-ups don't even consider the effort you put into the development here and are fixating on these trivial matters."

"Astor, how many times have I told you? Broaden your perspective. Alright, enough about this. Go get my medicine," the old man ordered.

Astor quickly helped the old man to his feet.

They had to meet the Winston family frequently. For over a decade, the medicine they provided had always rejuvenated the old man.

Little did they know that such actions were practically biting on the bait Wynter had put out. They were practically swimming to their own demise.

As soon as Kenton stepped inside, someone discreetly warned him not to speak carelessly. Yet, what no one realized was that he had already said all he needed to say.

At that moment, Kenton truly understood Wynter's brilliance. As long as he kept quiet, no one would realize the disaster that was already looming over them.

One after another, people would emerge, anxious about their involvement in his predicament. Wynter would be able to gain evidence just by seeing who was the most worried due to Kenton's case.

He knew without having to think that those individuals likely believed this was just another routine case of economic crime. As far as they were concerned, he was the only one facing consequences, and it wouldn't affect them at all.

Kenton scoffed and clenched his fist in the dark. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was wrong, and he wasn't the only one. Those who believed they could defeat the Quinnell family had miscalculated gravely.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.