The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1633

Keesha had never encountered someone like Wynter before—a girl who seemed even more superior to her. Furthermore, Wynter's striking appearance was too stunning not to stir envy!

Keesha sneered. "Oh, we'd love to make a call. The question is, will you dare allow us?"

The other magnates froze. Wynter's appearance gave them an uneasy sense that relying on connections might be the wrong move here.

True to form, Wynter's smile only grew. She stood there, tall and elegant, before casting a sidelong glance. "Give this lady her phone so she can make her call."

The Special Unit members knew Wynter well enough—they could tell she was setting a trap. They'd just have to record the call. Without hesitation, they handed over the phone.

Keesha hesitated slightly. Wynter's willingness had thrown her off, but upon reflection, it made sense.

Ordinary police officers might not recognize her, but she assumed the operation's head would. After all, in the past, when she'd caused a serious accident due to intoxicated driving, the officers on duty had let her off privately once they saw who she was.

To her, a little money and her father's appearance could smooth out any problem. After all, her father was the top official in the province. She was confident people here wouldn't dare to go against her.

Hence, with only a slight pause, Keesha arrogantly snatched the phone and quickly dialed her father's number.

In truth, Keesha's father genuinely didn't want to answer her call at times. However, given that she was his only daughter, he had to indulge her in everything. However, having just retired recently, he knew he had to be more cautious about many things.

Hence, it was his secretary, Enzo Maximus, who answered the call. "Ms. Nord, your father is still in a meeting. Could you perhaps wait for him to return your call shortly?"

Keesha wasn't having it. "I am in fucking custody right now! Return my call shortly? Then what the heck do I do now, huh? Do you want me to send you my location so you can deal with it instead?"

On the other end, Enzo spoke calmly. "Good evening. The person you've detained is Mr. Nord's daughter. There must be some misunderstanding here. We understand you're working hard, but Mr. Nord is currently unavailable. Can we arrange a time to discuss any procedural issues?"

"Sure," Wynter replied casually, a smile dancing on her lips. "I'll be sure to find an opportunity to speak with Mr. Nord. But I'm curious, could you remind me of Mr. Nord's full name?"

Enzo paused, taken aback by her question. The tension in his voice escalated as he replied, "It's Julius Nord. I didn't realize you were so under-trained that you don't even know of Mr. Nord."

"Now that I've heard it, please inform Mr. Nord that the Special Unit is ready to visit at any time. He should be prepared to invite us," Wynter stated, her tone unfazed.

In an instant, Enzo was at a loss for words.