The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1744

Medwyn declared with unwavering confidence, driven by his mentor's close relationship with Kaspar and the unshakable power Eric held over Colifernia.

He ascended the stairs gracefully to find Cornelius standing at the door. "Why are you standing there, Cornelius? Where's Mr. Stavius?"

Cornelius turned around and exclaimed, "Shouldn't you be training at Mt. Verfait? What are you doing here?"

"I have some business with Mr. Stavius," Medwyn replied with a sly smile. He knocked on the door and introduced himself.

"Mr. Stavius, I'm Medwyn Pritchett, a disciple in Mr. Leanan Uselton's lineage. I have something to ask of you."

The door remained closed as Kaspar's voice sounded from within. "What is it?"

Seeing that he wouldn't be invited in, Medwyn lowered his voice and explained through the door, "Mr. Lofstedt of the Colifernia Chamber of Commerce wishes to speak with you and seeks your support.

"He's considering relocating the chamber's heritage site on tomorrow's founding day, and he's hoping you can lend your expertise in geomancy. Mt. Verfait's and Cloudveil Sect's cultivators will attend the ceremony as well, so…"

Before Medwyn could finish, Kaspar cut him off with a firm refusal.

Medwyn was momentarily stunned and quickly adjusted his approach. "Please don't dismiss me so quickly, Mr. Stavius. Mr. Lofstedt has strong connections in Colifernia and has built a solid network over the years. I ask that you reconsider."

The door suddenly flung open with a loud bang, though Kaspar remained seated inside. Just as a master martial artist could wield such impressive skill, so too could a cultivator who had attained a certain level of the Arcane Way.

"No means no. If Leanan hasn't taught you proper manners, I'm more than willing to put his disciples in order." Kaspar's commanding voice froze Medwyn in place.

Cold sweats ran down Medwyn's back as he rushed to calm Kaspar. "Please, cease your anger. I'll leave right away."

He recalled Leanan's warning about offending Kaspar. He was an eccentric figure with little regard for money or friends. If he felt slighted, he wouldn't hesitate to strip a cultivator of their power.

Kaspar, for his part, was annoyed by the interruptions. He had no time to spare for the insignificant visitors downstairs, especially when an important guest—Wynter—was on the way.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Wynter noticed that the entrance was lined with cars. Not wanting to risk running into Eric, she took a different route upstairs.

Meanwhile, Eric sat confidently in the lobby, convinced that his status would be enough to sway Kaspar. However, his expression soured when Medwyn returned shaking his head.

Still, Eric had anticipated such an outcome. Having heard about Kaspar's temper, he understood that such talented individuals often carried a bit of pride.

"Tell Mr. Stavius I'm more than happy to have him visit," Eric instructed, believing they would cross paths sooner or later.

If Kaspar showed up at tomorrow's ceremony, it would further solidify Eric's standing in Colifernia. Considering many aristocratic families in Galnon believed in fortune-telling, Kaspar's presence would lend credibility to Eric's claim of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce.

But even without Kaspar, the attendance of cultivators from Mt. Verfait and Cloudveil Sect would suffice. Once they relocated the chamber's heritage site, Eric would seize half of Gordon's merits. No descendant of the Quinnell family could claim them anymore.

Eric smirked at the brilliant plan. So what if Cleo rushed to Colifernia? There was nothing he could do to change it.

Gordon had been dead for years, yet Cleo still longed to be the Quinnell family's loyal servant—even going so far as to acknowledge a young girl as his superior. Did they really believe they could reclaim the chamber with the Yarwoods' support? How absurd.

Eric had navigated both the world's legitimate and shadowy sides to reach his position. Long before Halsburg's establishment, he had set foot on the land. From reselling goods to smuggling luxuries, he had created numerous industries in the gray zone—even staining his hands with blood.

The reason Eric could so calmly rid himself of his sins was thanks to his cunning tactics and schemes. If it weren't for Rohan's idiocy, he wouldn't have had to step into the spotlight.

But Wynter was nothing but a nuisance. It was only fitting that the Quinnells' children should suffer.

Upon exiting the hotel, Eric made a call to Lenny. "How's the preparation for the race going?"

"You can rest assured, Mr. Lofsedt. We'll get exactly what we want and make profits. Wynter Quinnell will never see our collaboration coming. I'll also make sure Blake's case is definitively closed." Lenny grinned maliciously.

Eric was pleased by the answer. It was time for the Quinnells to fall.

Little did he know that Wynter had made her way to the eighth floor of the hotel while he was on the phone.

Just as Kasper thought it was more of the same annoying visitors, Wynter tossed the Spirit Token toward him. "Do me a favor and tell me which sect uses this spell. Of course, my first guess is Mt. Dragon."

Kaspar's face lit up with a smile as he caressed his long beard. "Indeed, it certainly resembles a technique from Mt. Dragon."

Cornelius was rendered speechless by his words. Wynter was already doubting them, yet Kaspar remained smiling.

"How about this—if you accept me as your mentor, I'll cast a spell to find the culprit right away," Kaspar offered, never once missing the opportunity to persuade.

For someone as talented as Wynter, it was only natural that she fell under his tutelage. While Kaspar himself might never attain immortality, her potential was undeniable. She had also shown remarkable strength of will, remaining unaffected by Dalton's energy.

Certainly, Wynter was the perfect individual for spiritual practice!

Wynter grinned and pulled someone from behind her. "How about I give him to you instead?"

Kaspar was about to argue that not everyone could be his disciple until he saw Whitley. With widened eyes, he performed a swift divination and circled him.

Unlike Wolf, Whitley was stoic and aloof. Despite his youth, he carried himself with a distant air, much like Wynter.

"Impossible… This can't be… How could someone of his grade have awakened?" Kaspar muttered.

Cornelius had never seen him so rattled and attempted to ask for an explanation.

However, Kaspar cautiously shut the door before turning to Wynter. "Are you aware of the being you've brought?"

"Of course. I saved him when some cultivators tried to take him," Wynter replied.

Kaspar frowned at her words. "This boy's a mythical beast. From what I can tell, he's likely close to a century old."

"He's much older than that. He's one of the ancient beasts, known as the Celestial Dragon," Wynter corrected, leaving Whitley speechless at the sudden revelation of his identity.

A whirlwind of emotions flickered across Kaspar's face. Taking a deep breath, he walked around Whitley and asked, "Is he the Celestial Dragon that empowers the cultivators of any mountain he resides on?"

Wynter nodded thoughtfully as she set her glass down. On the other hand, Whitley hung his head as he felt annoyed by Kaspar's outdated knowledge.

Though he had forgotten things during his long slumber, he hadn't lost his perceptiveness. He could still discern the strong from the weak.

That said, Wynter wasn't convinced by Kaspar's statement. Even a dragon was reduced to a mere lizard in the presence of Dalton, whom she deemed as frail. While Dalton's noble destiny could be cited as an explanation, Wynter doubted the truth was that simple.

However, she hadn't sought out Kaspar to unravel Dalton's identity. Instead, her focus had been on the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce.

"I'll leave Whitley in your care. Help me determine which sect employs this Spirit Token at tomorrow's ceremony. It seems to be a technique from Mt. Dragon, but upon closer inspection, there are clear differences.

"I suspect someone is using Mt. Dragon as a scapegoat to steal the country's fortune," Wynter wisely concluded.

When Kaspar heard those words, his expression turned grim. The Arcane Way's righteous sects had always dedicated themselves to safeguarding the country's foundation and fortune.

Kaspar gave a cold smirk. "No wonder strange things have happened lately. Some people just don't know when to give up. They're no different than they were ten years ago."

Having decided to reveal the truth, Wynter shared everything with Kaspar. "I heard that the higher-ups have dispatched young, talented cultivators to different sects."

"For you to know this... I clearly underestimated your reach. That's classified information," Kaspar said, gazing at Wynter.

Wynter replied truthfully, "My other job involves these kinds of matters. What I wanted to say is, I'm going to attend the Arcane Way forum. Help me secure a spot."

Kaspar's eyes lit up with delight. "Are you participating in the forum as a disciple of Mt. Dragon? Brilliant! With you there, those Foplyan fortune tellers won't be so smug anymore!"

Wynter scratched her nose. "Actually, I've already joined a different sect. Besides, Mt. Dragon stands out too much. I just need to get inside to arrest some criminals."

Now that Gabby had returned, Wynter suspected that she was connected to the Foplyan fortune tellers. She had planned to not only root out spies within the country but also capture enemies from outside it.

That said, she had unpleasant memories about Gabby. If the disturbances within the formation had affected those in the real world, it was best to eliminate her entirely.

But Gabby wasn't the only one on Wynter's list—those who intended to revive the doll would be kicked out of the country.

Those wretched figures, unable to survive in their own homeland, had turned to leeching off the Cascadians' life force. They manipulated the people to stray from the righteous path while attempting to exalt themselves as gods. They even oppressed the souls of Cascadia's heroes for years.

Alas, their schemes persisted. Since they attempted to resurrect the very figures that once infiltrated Cascadia, she vowed to ensure they could never piece together a single soul.

"I might be late for tomorrow's meeting—I have some business to take care of. If you get there early, please help me buy some time," Wynter said, rising from her seat.

"Stop right there! What could possibly be more important than catching the thieves who stole our country's fortune?" Kaspar fumed.

Wynter had already stepped into the corridor, her slender figure fading from view. She waved her hand without turning back. "My brother's case."

Those words were sufficient to silence Kaspar. He knew that Wynter prioritized the people more than anything. Despite her exceptional talent in spiritual practice, she might not have been cut out for it. If she were to join a sect, it would only weigh her down with personal burdens.

Shaking his head, Kaspar turned around to meet Whitley's gaze. He had nearly forgotten about him.