The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1749

Just then, the door burst open. The leading member, Skylar Patel, took one look at the scene and shouted in anger, "What are you doing?"

Nickson was stunned. Before he could respond, Skylar yanked him away and glanced at the powered-down equipment.

"Take him away," Skylar ordered, and his two subordinates moved toward Nickson.

Hearing that, Nickson attempted to explain. "We're all from the same department, buddy. Which division are you in? I'll check in with your boss. This is a restricted case, and you can't just step in without special authorization."

Skylar glanced at him. "Don't talk to me so casually. We're not in the same group. From the way you're speaking, it sounds like you know every chief in the division."

With the Malones' support, Nickson wasn't worried about being investigated. A quick call to the right authorities would resolve everything.

"Of course I do. We might not be in the same department, but we work in related divisions. Are you here for inspections? I can give Mr. Zimet a call. This man is under investigation by the Malone family's order," Nickson said with a smile.

He handed over his phone, showing the Malones' contact information. In such situations, he was sure that mentioning their name would settle things in his favor.

However, Skylar merely turned around and ordered, "Do you hear that and have it on record? Go pay Mr. Zimet a visit."

At that moment, Nickson realized it wasn't only a couple of officers around. Outside, a team in black uniforms was holding the deputy chief down.

Nickson was completely dumbfounded, and his legs started to give way.

Those men weren't his friendly colleagues at all, nor were they from the Inspections and Compliance Unit. They were soldiers from the Special Operation Team!

A cold click echoed as Nickson found his hands were cuffed.

Skylar regarded him with a sneer. "You're not worthy of wearing that uniform. Take them all away!"

The Special Operation Team's speed and rigor were nothing short of extraordinary. That said, their operations didn't go unnoticed by the public. Soon, citizens were witnessing several officers being escorted away.

Inside, Skylar approached Blake and stated, "Greetings, sir. After a thorough investigation, we've confirmed the incident was no accident. You're cleared of the false accusation, and a report will be released soon.

"We hope you'll testify against Nickson Chandler's unlawful interrogation in court at a later date. For now, you are free to go."

With that, he removed the cuffs from Blake's wrist and walked away.

As Blake watched the scene unfold, he recalled Wynter's words, and a smile tugged on his lips. If his assumption was right, it was all her doing.

…

Wynter was indeed looking to wrap things up, and dealing with the police wouldn't be the end of it. Money laundering was a grave crime, so the entire government needed to undergo a proper investigation.

No Malone could escape the scrutiny. Little did Lenny know that his dark secrets were uncovered just after he gave the order to slander Tobias.

The post of truth still existed, though it had been hidden from attention by the higher authorities. But now, Wynter had completely severed their interference.

Hadn't there been reports of issues within Colifernia? Not to mention, the major investigation into the hospital behind the virus' creation had been compromised. Given that, anyone suspicious would be hauled in for questioning.

Someone mentioned the higher-ups were still hesitating because of the Malones' influence. The next instant, Wynter sent a message.

"Who is it? Give me the name. I'll have a word with them."

Obviously, no one dared to engage with the Special Unit. At that point, those who had been acting on the higher authorities' approval were left flustered. They never imagined the day would come when the higher-ups would abandon the Malone family.

Wynter switched off her phone with a snicker. No one had expected the Special Unit to step in. The organization had no regard for anyone's background or connections. Instead, they never hesitated to arrest anyone who broke the law.

Such operations reinforced Wynter's declaration on camera—no one, no matter their position, was above facing the consequences.

Though Lenny remained unaware of the happenings, the rest of the Malone family had been alerted after seeing the officers being taken away. They tried reaching the higher-ups, but no one answered. Recognizing the underlying message behind the silence, the Malones fell into panic.

As for Anastasia, her wrongdoings were finally exposed for all to see now that she lost all protection.

Meanwhile, Wynter made her way to the hotel entrance in her race suit whilst tapping on her phone.

Medwyn, who was receiving guests at the door, regarded her disdainfully and scoffed. "The audacity of ordinary people wanting to join the fun."

Wynter arched a brow and sized him up. "Do I know you?"

Medwyn replied haughtily, "I met you before, and I couldn't help but notice the sinister air surrounding you. Here's a piece of advice—embrace the blessings you have, and don't ever try changing your fate. This isn't a place for someone like you."

Wynter clicked her tongue as she fiddled with her phone. "Ah, you're an expert in physiognomy."

Medwyn was aware of Wynter's previous conflict with Cornelius. Though he acknowledged her skills as an independent cultivator, he still saw her beneath him, especially since he hailed from a legitimate sect.

"I don't understand why Mr. Lofstedt would invite you," Medwyn grumbled, clearly misunderstanding Wynter's identity.

Wynter flashed him a bright smile. "Who knows? Maybe he's courting death."

Her words left both Medwyn and the concierge in shock. Though they attempted to stop Wynter, she had received an invitation. Besides, they couldn't care less about her. With Giles Ertham and the reporters at the scene, they couldn't afford to make a fuss.

Wynter, too, noticed an important guest's arrival as she parked her car, taking note of the vehicles lined up nearby. But that was of no concern to her—she had come to arrest the big shots.

The Quinnell heir's fortune was necessary to relocate the heritage site of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce, and as such, a ritual would be commenced. Well, she would like to see who dared to carry it out.

As Wynter headed to the ballroom, she sent a message to inform of her arrival. By the time she reached the door, certain procedures had been completed. After Giles delivered his speech, the ballroom erupted in thunderous applause.

Lenny snickered in response. "It's probably about your championship. We couldn't care less if you won."

Clarke approached him and whispered, "It's not only about her championship…"

Lenny merely dismissed him, believing that nothing could harm the Malones' interests. But when he noticed the reporters murmuring among themselves and casting meaningful glances his way, his expression turned serious.

Taking the tablet from Clare, Lenny saw that the internet was abuzz with news about the officers' arrest and Blake's innocence. Most unsettling of all, the news pointed to the Malone family.

One article, titled, "Mass Deception by the Malones Goes Unnoticed", had topped the trending searches. Upon clicking on it, Lenny found that it was a detailed outline of his ruthless treatment of Slyvia. It also revealed Anastasia's misdeeds and her brother's drug abuse.

With every new disclosure, another dark secret about the Malone family came to light. But what truly horrified Lenny was the fact that no one had intervened and squashed the news.

"This can't be happening! Didn't I tell you to reach out to Dad's contacts?" Lenny roared, grabbing Clare by the collar. Clare was so terrified that he could hardly speak a word.

Realizing that something was amiss, Eric leaned in and cautioned, "Calm down, Lenny. The reporters are still watching."

However, Wynter wasn't about to give them any time to regain composure.

She walked over with a smirk. "Do you think he didn't seek out Mr. Malone Senior's connections? It looks like you're still delusional. So many lives were lost, and yet you still think that your connections can fix everything."

"What are you implying?" Lenny glared at Wynter.

Wynter calmly replied, "Since you relied on those connections, I've taken the liberty of clearing them all for you."

At that moment, Clare finally said, "N-No connections of Mr. Malone Senior have answered my calls."

Lenny's expression turned pale, and his hands trembled. "This can't be true!"

"Why not? In death, all is left behind. You only dared to scheme against the Quinnells after Grandpa Gordon's passing. Well, I'd like to see how those connections of yours will hold up when you need them most," Wynter retorted with a smile.

Lenny could barely process her words as he gasped heavily. If Bernard's connections had truly been severed, no one could save him from the online scandals.

As Lenny silently questioned where things had gone wrong, Wynter shot him a cold glance. "For five years, the Malone family has oppressed my brother Rowan, simply because he had fought for justice.

"Mr. Malone, you've always believed that an actor's life meant nothing. Well, I'm about to show you the despair of cyberbullying."

Wynter paused and turned to Eric. "You've built a strong alliance over the years, colluding with Mr. Lofstedt. I also heard that you tried to scheme against Tobias. Well, that's not going to happen.

"As for the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce, it will remain right where it was founded. As long as the Quinnells are standing, no one can relocate it."

Hearing her declaration, Leanan couldn't help but frown. "You're being far too absolute in your words, Ms. Quinnell."