The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1609

Meanwhile, in Nexus Corporation's underground facility, the girls lay unconscious on the operating table.

Edward meticulously examined them from head to toe with medical instruments. His examination surpassed even a hospital's full-body check.

Once he was done with two of the girls, he instructed his team to take them away. "Notify the clients that the goods are fine. Those who can't wait can come today."

Unlike a regular company, Melanie clearly had the lowest authority in the organization. She seemed to heed all of Edward's words. "Understood. But the atmosphere has been tense lately. I'm worried the higher-ups won't find it convenient to come."

"The rare goods are specifically requested by that man. With the medium present, they'll be here. Don't worry." Edward appeared unfazed as he adjusted his glasses. The instruments in his hands looked less like medical equipment and more like tools for dismemberment.

However, if one listened closely, they would notice the slightly unnatural emphasis in his speech. No matter how strong a person's learning ability, their ingrained habits couldn't be changed. Particularly the way he pronounced the ending of his words…

Wynter, with her narrowed eyes, felt her hands twitch slightly.

"Wait a moment," Edward suddenly said as he turned his gaze toward Wynter.

Those with poor mental resilience would have broken character by now, but Wynter didn't. Her breathing remained steady, mimicking that of someone who was still unconscious.

Edward approached her, lowering his gaze to examine "Eliana's" face, a clear chill emanating from him.

"She was the last one brought in. Because of her situation, one of our bases can't be used anymore. We need to be extra cautious this time. Inform Jarek to keep the villagers alert. If today's business goes smoothly, there will be benefits for him."

"Understood." Melanie acknowledged the command and left.

Edward continued to gaze at "Eliana" as he spoke. "Compared to our master, you still fall short. But it has to be this way. If it weren't for Wynter ruining our plans in Kingbourne, we wouldn't have needed you.

"Once you're six feet under, blame her for your grievances. It's unfortunate for such a horoscope to be wasted on someone lowly like you. We might as well use you to your full potential."

Edward continued to ramble to himself, a fervent look in his eyes. "Soon, my master will welcome a new life—very soon!"

He picked up a blood clamp from the side.

Wynter's hand hung at the side, already prepared for a counterattack. She couldn't afford to fight but could target one of his acupoints. As long as Edward leaned closer, she could avoid the surveillance.

Suddenly, just as Edward bent down, ready to examine Wynter, the entire room's equipment shut off! Even the large screen in the center went dark!

Edward frowned and immediately asked, addressing the people outside, "What's going on?" His tone clearly showed impatience.

"It seems there's a power outage in the town," the person who came reporting said cautiously, fearful of Edward's outrage.

Edward's gaze went cold. "Power outage? This isn't some remote area. The city center is just to the south. How could there be a power outage?"

It was clear that he would not be easily fooled. Filled with suspicion, he ordered, "Go check what's happening. Prepare to withdraw if there's a problem."

At that moment, Melanie hurried in. "It is indeed a power outage. Recently, the Quinnell family acquired some land to the south. Someone from above came down to conduct a line inspection, eliminating some hazards before construction. That's why the power has been cut."

"Are you sure?" Edward narrowed his eyes, sensing that things were not that simple.

Melanie turned on her phone. "Here's a video sent by the villagers."

From the footage, it was clear that the demolition office was doing planning work. If someone from above was involved, it had to be on a large scale. Furthermore, considering safety factors, a power outage was normal.

"The Quinnell family really knows how to stir up trouble." Edward clenched his fists, his tone icy. "It seems she hasn't suffered enough from the online insults.

"Inform Mr. Monty to urge the Waldron family to apply more pressure. Tell them that Wynter must not be allowed to escape! I want to see her fall from grace!"

"Understood!" The person beside him sprung to action.

Lying on the medical bed, Wynter showed no signs of panic. Her mind had been racing since earlier. It was clear that Edward knew her, yet she had never seen him before.

She pondered why he harbored such hatred toward her, wishing for her to remain in jail. It felt somewhat personal, like a desire for revenge. After all, she had indeed sent many people locked behind bars.

But who had she wronged in Kingbourne? The first was Shane, who had betrayed her family, and the other was Declan, a beneficiary of the Quinnell family who sought to usurp their position.

However, the orchestrator behind these actions was likely someone else, and these two didn't seem capable of taking revenge on her.

Oh, and there was also Naomi. She had always outshone Wynter in her dreams—the one who had an even better life than the Quinnell family's true heiress. But she was also the one who caused the Quinnell family to fall apart. Was she the reason why this was happening?

Unfazed, Wynter thought carefully about who Edward meant by "master".

Edward was still agitated by the unexpected power outage, feeling that things were not going his way. "Bring back everyone who's gone outside and thoroughly check every guest entering. No strangers are allowed today.

"Also, have Fredric stall the city construction people. The Whitman family is already in a precarious position—what's the rush for development?

"Keep an eye on the Chamber of Commerce and tell Fredric that no matter who the chairman is, our people must be able to get in."

"Understood." Melanie took notes, not daring to delay his instructions any longer. "We've just sent out messages, and there have been responses.

"Many guests are eager to come since they've been waiting for this for a long time, especially since the master desperately needs goods to stabilize his condition.

"But the villagers say the power won't be back for a while, not until around 7:00 pm. Should we change the date?"

Their guests were all VIPs who wouldn't reveal their identities in public. Due to the recent matters involving the Wray and Montclair families, they hadn't held any rituals in quite some time.

Edward was also concerned. After all, people needed constant indoctrination.

He had to ensure these individuals kept receiving benefits and became obsessed with them. Only through that way could they manipulate their wealth and power to achieve their grand plans! Therefore, they couldn't afford any delays.

"Follow me. We need to activate the backup power system," he said to a bodyguard, who nodded and quickly followed.

"The rest of you, get back to work. As for those students outside with no value, send two or three away immediately to the airport. See how tight-lipped they are and choose based on those criteria. Is that clear?" Edward continued to instruct.

Melanie followed him as she replied, "Yes. The ones who dream of going abroad are generally safer."

"Cascadians… they seem so poorly educated. None of them understand what it means to be pragmatic. Thankfully, there are one or two suitable candidates for our training. Now go," Edward commanded.

"Yes."

As a resentful infant, Leo could hear the unborn soul's muttering. By logic, they should be able to sense Dalton's unusual power, so why were they being so reckless? Leo wondered if this was some bizarre rush to deliver themselves like a takeaway.

Leo was also part of an evil spirit, hence, the unborn souls could see him as well. However, they didn't think Dalton could see them.

They were still hatching a plan. "Hey, you! That resentful baby. I've heard about souls like you. How about we share this living soul? We'll even toss in something extra for you."

Leo wanted to tell those fools to not drag him into this!

Before he could open his mouth, an evil spirit oozing with sticky, bloody essence—a sign it had consumed many souls—moved close and sneered. "You're not clinging to him, you resentful infant. That soul's not yours. Move aside, or I'll eat you, too!"

Leo hurriedly stepped aside. "Go ahead. Let's see how you will swallow him whole."

He thought to himself that these weird-looking creatures were foolish to stop Dalton from saving Wynter!

Still, Leo had also noticed that these evil spirits were unusually potent. They seemed to have accumulated many other things, absorbing the world's most extreme evils. It was as though something deep within the land was nourishing them.

One fully formed evil spirit was enraged by Leo's remarks and lunged forward.

But just as it raised his claws, Dalton merely lifted his gaze before his suit began to shift, morphing into an ancient red robe, the color as rich and deep as blood. Black feathers started to fall around him, and an overwhelming energy spread out like a storm.

The attacking spirit didn't even understand what happened before it combusted spontaneously. Its face twisted in agony as it turned to ashes in an instant.

The other evil spirits, dead as they were, felt pain lancing through them, as though fire was tearing them apart. This made them see Dalton in a new light.

At that moment, every evil spirit within miles vanished underground, vowing never to emerge again. The surface held something far more terrifying than the depths.

None of this was seen by the living. Only the spirits knew what had occurred.

Their lord had returned without a single sign of warning! The last time he appeared, the spirits in the underworld had suffered for over a century. This time, who on earth had angered him enough to draw him here?

As for the one who caused this upheaval, Dalton remained as elegantly composed as ever, though a hint of disdain marred his brow. He seemed annoyed by the thought of his clothes being sullied by these impure things.

As he continued forward, not only the evil spirits—even the sneaky ones didn't dare to come close.

Leo was also tortured by the backlash, his ears ringing with discomfort. He truly wondered how Wynter would react when she eventually uncovered Dalton's true identity.

Nexus Corporation's front entrance was bustled with people, with HR and staff rushing about as always.

Meanwhile, at the back entrance, a black SUV awaited, its tinted windows shielding its occupants. The students were carefully helped into the vehicle.

The driver, after settling them in, exited briefly to flip the license plate over, changing it to a different one. The vehicle then began moving swiftly in one direction.

The Special Unit's members took turns watching the vehicles leaving the village, but none appeared to exit directly from the main road.

Meanwhile, Wolf closely tracked Wynter's position and saw her heading away from the main routes, taking a detour.

He immediately messaged the team, "Boss is on the move, but they're using the side road. I'm sending you the updated location. Move fast and follow closely!"