The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1751

At this moment, the photographer Wynter had pointed at finally revealed his face. There was a prominent scar near his brow.

Lenny had been involved with countless actresses, but the one he remembered most was Sylvia. Not because of her beauty, but because her brother, Colin, was reckless enough to fight him head-on.

During Colin's petition attempts, he had secretly planned to stab Lenny after realizing there was no hope for justice. Thanks to his tight security, he had avoided the attack.

However, he had deliberately ordered to leave a scar on Colin's face.

At the time, Lenny began to tread carefully. He knew better than to provoke those with military backgrounds. Regular soldiers weren't a concern, but Colin seemed different.

Even Lenny's bodyguards mentioned that he might have been in the Special Unit, possibly involved in missions. They advised Lenny not to push too hard, warning that if authorities investigated thoroughly, the affiliations involved would be troublesome to deal with.

Reluctantly, Lenny refrained from killing Colin immediately. Instead, he leveraged his influence to have Colin transferred to a regular unit after identifying him. By logic, Colin should have disappeared entirely from any records, with no chance of advancement.

Lenny had assumed that his maneuvering had intimidated Colin into retreating to his hometown. Hence, he couldn't understand how Colin was standing in front of him today.

Lenny couldn't see anything unusual initially. But as Colin's face was revealed, a pair of blood-soaked eyes belonging to Sylvia seemed to stare directly at him, as if she could appear before him at any moment.

Lenny scrambled across the floor in panic. "Don't come for me! It was him! He's the one who sealed your soul!"

In his desperation to save himself, Lenny immediately pointed at Medwyn.

Medwyn's face was even paler than Lenny's. He could see far more clearly than Lenny could the countless resentful spirits, each seemingly tied to him in some way.

"Mr. Malone, stay calm!" Medwyn couldn't allow his fellow cultivators to notice anything amiss. He quickly reassured him, "With Mr. Uselton and the others here, they can't harm you!"

But Lenny was beyond calming down. Supporting himself on the floor with trembling hands, he shouted, "You said she wouldn't come out! I gave you a million! You said you'd handle everything! And now look at this!"

He was truly terrified. In the past, he had experienced nightmares and strange occurrences at home and work. However, after hiring Medwyn to oversee matters, everything stopped.

But now, this was no mere nightmare. The entire banquet hall was shrouded in a chilling, oppressive atmosphere.

At this moment, Leanan was also beginning to sense something unusual. However, in his understanding, there was no logic in allowing a spirit to harm others.

Stepping forward, he faced Wynter and said, "Ms. Quinnell, matters of the human world are best left to humans to resolve. Everything has its reason and order. The spirit beside you has already turned into a specter. You should understand the dangers of such a being as a rogue cultivator."

Hearing this, Wynter cast a glance his way.

The cultivators present assumed she would back down, especially since Leanan had spoken up, urging everyone to settle the matter peacefully and reasonably.

But contrary to their expectations, Wynter simply smiled, her tone nonchalant. "How amusing. For all the so-called dangers of a specter, she hasn't harmed anyone so far. On the other hand, your disciple has committed countless sins, harming so many innocent souls."

"You—I didn't! Mr. Uselton, I really didn't!" Medwyn denied the accusations vehemently.

Leanan remained silent.

Wynter could understand the situation clearly and raised her brows mockingly. "Oh, but I understand. You're all just workers paid to do your job.

"Lenny paid you handsomely, after all. So what if Mt. Verfait suppressed a few innocent spirits, turning them into specters, right? And isn't it true, Mr. Uselton, that you designed the geomancy array that granted the Malone family its fortune?"

Leanan opened his mouth to explain, but Wynter interrupted, "I'm a businesswoman, and I didn't care about these things initially.

"If making dirty money is your trade, then admit it. Stop pretending to be some righteous hero who preaches about 'dangers.' An eye for an eye, a life for a life—this is the natural order of justice."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze cold. "If Mt. Verfait's network is up to par, maybe you should spend more time on your phone. Learn about how Sylvia died. And how, Colin, a special task force, was oppressed at every turn.

"A drug enforcement hero lost his sister and was denied the chance to avenge her. That is unjust."

At this, Colin lowered his hand. His eyes were fixed on Wynter, though he couldn't see Sylvia. Perhaps it was due to their shared bloodline and his longing for her.

As the saying went, the spirits one feared may be the very ones someone else yearned to see again.

Colin had long planned his revenge against Lenny and no longer cared about his past glory. He had explosives, already buried here, ready to detonate.

But before he could act, Wynter had appeared. She not only recognized him but also called Sylvia's name, as if she were standing right there beside him.

Leanan's expression began to change.

The media present, who initially only wanted to escape in fear, now felt a different kind of emotion stirring in their hearts.

No one doubted that Colin had served in the military after seeing him. His features weren't particularly striking, but the presence he exuded as he stood there was undeniable.

At that moment, everyone realized this was a case of deep injustice—far darker than they had imagined.

Medwyn noticed Leanan wavering and felt all eyes on him. His gaze shifted, and he prepared to make a move.

However, with just a mere raise of eyes by Wynter, a figure darted over like a flash and landed on his shoulder.

It was Leo. Though he acted adorably in Wynter's presence, his true nature was chilling. His laughter alone was enough to send shivers down everyone's spine when he attached himself to someone.

Medwyn froze, turning his gaze toward Leanan.

Leo, a being born of both Heaven and Earth's resentment, was the most difficult to deal with. That was because being abandoned by one's own mother meant carrying an accumulation of countless grievances across the ages.

Such immense resentment meant that as long as humans existed, he would never dissipate and might even evolve into a Spirit King.

Once targeted by a creature like Leo, half of one's living soul was as good as gone. Ordinary Arcane Way techniques were useless against them. Moreover, Leo carried merit on his body!

Medwyn wasn't able to discern this, but Leanan, with his seasoned experience, could see it clearly. A resentful infant with merit? How could one act against it? It was impossible!

Leanan couldn't understand why Leo would listen to Wynter. For the first time in his long life, shock was evident on his face.

He looked at Wynter and tried to negotiate, his tone softening. "Ms. Quinnell, what exactly do you want? Why don't you state your terms? If Medwyn has done wrong, Mt. Verfait will no longer shelter him."

"He's the one who saved other families! Not any of you!"

Sylvia didn't even mention her own suffering. What she spoke about most was Colin.

"In order for my soul to foster their fortune, Medwyn and Lenny joined forces and forced me to witness my brother's downfall!

"How could you? How could you so casually say, 'Everything is because of your retribution, so settle it in your next life?' And what about my brother's life? What do you have to repay that with?"

Her killing intent grew overwhelming. If not for Wynter stabilizing her resentment, she might have already lost herself to madness.

Colin stood not far away, Sylvia's voice ringing in his ears. He couldn't see her, but every word she spoke reminded him of how she used to be. Yet, there was something unfamiliar about her, too.

He was six years older than Sylvia, who had always been soft-spoken, timid, and petite. The day he was specially recruited into the military, his only worry was leaving her behind, fearing that someone might bully her.

But she had smiled and said, "Go, Colin. You're not just my hero—you're everyone's."

Colin took a tentative step forward, his hand outstretched, as if to ruffle Sylvia's hair like he used to. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't a hero. Because if he truly were one, he would have been able to punish the scum who had hurt her.

Before leaving the military, he firmly believed that anyone who committed a crime deserved punishment.

But he could never forget that day. After dismantling a major drug dealing case, he returned home only to find everyone whispering about Sylvia.

They said she was the kind of girl who'd sleep with anyone for a chance, calling her rich men's plaything. Online forums were filled with "analysis" posts, each one suggesting she wasn't so innocent after all.

In the midst of it all, Lenny remained untouchable, perfectly hidden from the scandal.

Three days after their grandmother's passing, the funeral remained empty. No one dared to associate with their family. Instead, people came to pry, asking him in hushed tones if Sylvia truly was that type of girl.

In a fit of rage, he smashed everything within reach.

But it wasn't the gossip or isolation that broke him. What pushed him to seek vengeance was the realization that, within two months, everyone had already forgotten about Sylvia.

Lenny had smugly told him to report him and see if anyone would care.

When Clare asked what it was about, Lenny laughed. "I've slept with so many of them. How would I know which one he's referring to?"

Colin lost it entirely. He tried reaching out to his former comrades, hoping for support, but none could help. Even those closest to him warned him against it. Some asked if his family had connections, and if not, it was best to let it go.

From a legal standpoint, the Malone family had already paid compensation. Any further investigation wouldn't yield results.

Back then, he believed that signing a petition could bring opportunities for justice. But after exhausting every option, the Malone family remained untouched.

Lenny only laid low for a short while before resuming his old ways. Furthermore, he even had bodyguards and cultivators protecting him.

Colin truly had no options anymore, but he refused to let Sylvia's death be in vain. He swore that he would make them pay with their lives!