The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1631

Among the magnates left behind, some held influential ties. Edward refused to believe the authorities could truly dispose of them all.

Despite Cascadia's resurgence and strict governance, certain regions had always been steeped in traditions of networking and "favors". He doubted that even the most powerful hands could erase such connections easily.

A particular guest came to mind—Keesha, a high-ranking provincial official's daughter. Her search for a young womb was no ordinary vanity but a desperation for a surrogate.

In touching these elites, the opposition risked offending some very powerful individuals indeed. Yes, Edward was cornered. But if he had to suffer, he would make sure his enemies tasted a fair share of misery, too!

And it turned out he was indeed right about some things.

Keesha, who was still in her fox mask, remained unfazed, even as the authorities stormed the premises and took control. She was indeed nervous initially, but once everything settled down, her moment of alarm faded quickly into an air of calm arrogance.

"I suggest you consult your superior before deciding to cuff me," she said coolly, her confidence radiating.

Consult your superiors? The Special Unit members exchanged bewildered glances. Did she know Wynter? That seemed impossible. She certainly didn't look like someone who could be on familiar terms with Wynter.

They proceeded to bring out the handcuffs without hesitation.

With a laugh, Keesha seemed to find the situation amusing. "Do you even know who my father is? After all the opportunities I gave you, is this how you treat me? You better call someone who can actually make decisions."

Her tone wasn't just flippant—it dripped with entitlement. Others in the room mirrored her sentiments, leveraging their wealth to convey that any action taken against them would be too costly to the enforcers.

The Special Unit had conducted numerous operations, most of which involved capturing foreign spies or handling non-human incidents, along with more high-profile rescue missions. Each of these operations was highly confidential.

Someone like Keesha was indeed not significant enough to know of the Special Unit. Hence, she had no idea that they were authorities that even her father couldn't touch.

Her arrogance only grew, especially when she recognized the familiar police uniforms. "What? Don't you have the guts to call your superior?"

Just then, Wynter returned to the scene. Her neck had felt cold all this time, but she placed a hand on her nape and confidently declared, "I'm the one in charge. What do you want to discuss?"

The fox mask had fallen at Keesha's feet. She looked at Wynter before her and remembered vividly how she had suddenly flipped over from the other side, and the man following closely behind her...