The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1743

Wynter meant every word when she promised payback. Since they dared to stage the accident, she would ensure those betting on the race felt the sting of their loss.

Beyond investigating and fighting corruption, the Special Unit was equally committed to providing protection. When Blake was taken into custody, a member had followed. Wynter hadn't just visited Blake as his lawyer—she needed to ensure his safety.

Nickson was convinced he had left no trace, not knowing he had been under surveillance all along. After all, Wynter excelled in playing the long game.

In fact, the Special Unit had tracked down all of Nickson's contacts and connections. Those who schemed against Blake were about to witness their own downfall.

Eric hadn't foreseen such a twist as Wynter never revealed her true identity. He believed that Lucas was the one who settled the incident at the hospital. Had it not been for Rohan's idiocy, they wouldn't have lost such a lucrative opportunity in drug manipulation.

According to the rumors, Lucas became suspicious of the farmers' market since Wynter stuck her nose into the situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have crossed the region to Colifernia.

As Eric fiddled with his rosary bracelet, his eyes darkened with a sinister malice. It appeared the Quinnells were as nosy as ever. Even when "that person" had risen in power, they dared to provoke him.

Blake wouldn't be the only one to be arrested. His entire family would go down with him, especially Wynter.

Having heard about Wynter's accomplishments from the Hawford Chamber of Commerce, Eric was aware of her reason for coming to Colifernia.

Did she think the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce still belonged to her family? Did she believe she could reclaim it and interfere in his businesses? How ridiculous. He had been in Colifernia for over 50 years, and the chamber of commerce was rightfully his now!

To support his claim, Eric had invited the mediums to the banquet. Although "that person" couldn't attend in person, they had asked him to evaluate the mediums' ability. After all, cultivators' fortune surpassed those of ordinary people.

Eric had devised the perfect plan, and everything was progressing smoothly. However, Kaspar had been far too stubborn.

"Be patient. There's no need to rush. That man has the potential of becoming a grandmaster, after all," said a calm and steady voice that sounded more energized than before.

Eric replied respectfully, "Understood, sir."

"Go ahead with your plans. Don't forget to prepare the incense that day," the voice instructed.

Though Eric understood his concerns, he couldn't help feeling anxious. "I saw you during our last meeting. Given your position, you don't need to reason with them like this."

"The Quinnell family is a dangerous variable, and they could ruin me. Once you've seized their fortune, I'll change my face," the voice stated calmly.

Eric, too, was waiting for that day. He recalled the medium mentioning the Quinnell family's fortune was tied to the Ring of Six Stars. With Blake having no chance of escaping from his predicament, it was Tobias' turn to fall.

Glancing at the gifts sent by his associates, Eric knew that they had a plan in motion. His secretary, Samlet Carew, dared not to look but questioned softly, "Why are they always so preachy, Mr. Lofstedt?"

Eric narrowed his eyes and mocked, "They're merely a bunch of nobodies from a tiny place, waiting for their saintess to return. What happened to the Winston family? I told you to find them, but there's still no news."

Samlet hung his head and replied, "I have no idea. Logan seems to have vanished."

"Keep looking. His body makes the perfect vessel for the lord, aside from Tobias Quinnell," Eric ordered, clutching his rosary bracelet firmly.

He wondered what had Logan done to elude even the lord's spells. Fortunately, the lord had adopted a new identity and wielded considerable power, so there was no need to rush for a new body. It was more than sufficient to scheme against the Quinnell family.

Eric believed that the Quinnells were doomed. While the Foplyans' skills were average, the doll they had created was truly sinister. He had never seen anyone escape its grasp. As for the race, he wasn't concerned—it would bring him ten times the profit once it started.

"Try inviting Mr. Stavius again," Eric instructed. He planned to overrun the companies that defied him during the meeting, so he needed the mediums' help. After all, no entrepreneur would doubt a medium's fortune-telling.

"Also, let Lenny know it's time to wrap up," Eric added with a beaming smile.

…

At that moment, Lenny was gleefully counting his money. "Following Mr. Lofstedt's advice was the right call. This is definitely a solid business."

Before Lenny laid the latest race data. Most bets had been placed on Blake's club, but no one anticipated his accident.

Ross' club had the second highest bets, while Lenny and his associates betted on Buck, the underdog in third place. Lenny could already see the piles of cash rolling in once the race was over.

Just then, Buck was ushered in by the secretary. Lenny closed his notebook and turned around. "Have you done what I asked?"

Buck snickered. "That idiotic Marcelo was stubborn. I don't think we need to acquire his club, Mr. Malone."

"You think? Tell me, who's the boss here?" Lenny questioned, narrowing his eyes.

Sensing Lenny's temper flaring, Buck hurriedly said, "Rest assured, Mr. Malone. Though Marcelo has rejected the offer, the racers and repairmen are under my control. They won't show up in tomorrow's race."

Buck left out the fact that Wynter would be taking Blake's place in the race, believing that a woman would know nothing about cars.

However, Lenny had reservations about the Quinnell family. While others might not know about Blake's identity, he had heard stories about Wynter in the business community, especially the rumors from Hawford.

Whether it was the stock market or land deals, she had proved to be someone who couldn't be taken lightly. Even his best friend, Kenton, had lost to her.

Lenny was once worried that Wynter would seek revenge after what happened with Blake, but now it seemed his concerns were unwarranted.

To Lenny, women were always ignorant. He believed the only reason Wynter had been able to handle things in Hawford was thanks to Dalton's support. In Colifernia, however, she only had her lawyer's license to intimidate others while scrambling to settle Blake's case.

Lenny doubted that Wynter would figure out that he was involved, which eased his mind. "Very well. Give it your all and win tomorrow's race."

"Don't worry, sir. I'm no less than Blake!" Buck stated confidently.

Lenny didn't bother to correct him. If Buck truly had the skills, Lenny wouldn't have needed to resort to such a trick to eliminate Blake.

In fact, Lenny only cared about his money and had no intention of going against the Quinnells—that was Eric's idea. Alas, Buck simply didn't measure up.

But that didn't matter now. While Buck wasn't as impressive as Blake, he was still skilled enough. Even with Ross out of the picture, he would take first place.

However, Lenny didn't expect another twist.

She couldn't help but giggle, thinking that the club sandwich that Wynter ordered for her was tastier than the fancy meals she had overseas.

Wynter was surrounded by all kinds of people, a fact well-known to the higher-ups. Yet, she was the only one capable of leading them. Had it been someone else in charge, those talented individuals might never have found their conscience.

"Enjoy your meal. I have a meeting with Mr. Stavius," Wynter said, rising from her seat at the sight of Kaspar's message. Before she left, she transferred some merits to Rebecca, which helped ease the murderous air Rebecca carried and prolonged her life.

Rebecca was aware of Wynter's unique ability and her effort to eliminate personal burdens. Instead of seeing them as freaks, Wynter treated them as children in need of guidance.

…

Meanwhile, Enoch Goldburg and Dewey had arrived at a hotel.

"I've requested a meeting with Kaspar through Mr. Dagworth. I wonder if he'll agree," Enoch mused aloud.

Just as Dewey was about to respond, Cornelius came down the stairs.

"What's Mr. Stavius' reply, Mr. Dagworth?" Enoch hurriedly asked.

Cornelius shook his head. "Mr. Stavius has declined your request."

Dewey lifted his gaze and asked, "Would you mind letting him know that Dewey Gutierrez from the Colifernia Chamber of Commerce is requesting a meeting?"

Cornelius nodded and headed back upstairs.

Dewey then turned to Enoch with a smirk. "Mr. Goldburg, could it be you're not worthy of meeting Mr. Stavius?"

Enoch noted the mockery in his tone and retorted coldly, "I'm sure you'll get the same reply as I did, Mr. Gutierrez."

As soon as he said that, Cornelius returned with Kaspar's reply. "Mr. Stavius has declined your request as well."

"In that case, I'll wait for him here," Dewey replied. He stepped toward Enoch with a confident smile and patted him on the shoulder. "Sooner or later, your company will be in my hands. Let's see how you'll fare then."

Enoch clenched his fists as he recalled the state of his struggling company. He had hoped to seek Kaspar's guidance to turn things around. Yet, his request was denied, and he was left to endure Dewey's taunts.

Just then, someone appeared at the door. Upon recognizing the figure, everyone hurriedly made room for him and greeted him respectfully.

Enoch clenched his fists tighter as his eyes flared with fury at the sight of Eric, the one responsible for ruining his business. However, he had no opportunity for revenge nor could he even approach Eric, who was surrounded by bodyguards.

A young medium clad in Mt. Verfait's robe suddenly appeared beside Eric. His youthful face radiated an almost childlike innocence.

Eric turned to the medium and said respectfully, "I'll leave it to you to facilitate our meeting with Mr. Stavius then, Mr. Pritchett."

Medwyn Pritchett nodded confidently. "You can count on me. I'm acquainted with Cornelius Dagworth from Mt. Dragon."