The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1755

Before Dalton could respond, the director called for Tobias. "Tobias, there's a shot we need to retake!"

Stretching his neck, Tobias shouted back, "Got it!"

Dalton remained silent. As a powerful capitalist, the entire crew might as well call it a day if he showed his face. Only Jacqueline was aware of his visit, while the rest of the crew assumed he was just a friend of Tobias.

Unlike Jacqueline's cautiousness, the rest of the crew didn't think much of this visitor who had come to observe.

"Mr. Yarwood, perhaps you'd like to return to the hotel for now? Once Tobias finishes shooting, I can have him meet you there," Jacqueline suggested in a low voice. "The environment here isn't great, and I'm worried it might not suit you."

"That won't be necessary." Dalton glanced toward the ongoing shoot, raising an eyebrow. "I'll wait for him to finish."

Jacqueline hesitated but relented. "Understood."

Indeed, Dalton's presence was too overwhelming for ordinary people.

As she turned to leave, Dalton spoke again. "Has she called you?"

It was obvious who he meant—Wynter.

Jacqueline responded immediately, "She did. She also mentioned you were coming and told me to make sure you were well taken care of."

Dalton finally smiled faintly. His voice was so low that one wouldn't hear it if they weren't paying attention. "At least she has some conscience."

…

The day darkened as filming continued.

The director genuinely had a reason to call Tobias back. For some reason, one of his shots hadn't been recorded despite the fact that the camera had been running. The director was confused as he asked a supporting actor to help Tobias get into the scene.

For the past few days, Tobias had been in a near-total digital detox. Wynter had instructed Jacqueline to ensure that he wasn't distracted by family matters, and Jacqueline had obeyed, keeping the recent news away from him.

Now that online sentiment had shifted, Jacqueline finally breathed a sigh of relief. With Dalton's arrival—under Wynter's instructions—her unsettled nerves calmed considerably.

She wasn't too concerned about anyone attempting to steal the spotlight. Given the show's romantic dynamics, overstepping boundaries would only look bad.

She had already spoken to Luna's manager, maintaining a polite tone while emphasizing that her stance came from Wynter herself. Luna had been behaving appropriately since, and everything seemed fine.

Beside her, an assistant, Ashley Mylah, asked, "Ms. Jacqueline, could it be that we've overthought things previously?"

"Focus on your tasks. Also, don't neglect Tobias' guest." Jacqueline continued in a low voice, "It's better to overthink than to underprepare. You should go back earlier and check the hotel arrangements again. Ensure everything is in order before allowing the guest in."

Ashley, who hadn't met Dalton before, couldn't hide her curiosity. "Ms. Jacqueline, who is this guest? Is he really that important?"

"Ashley, how many times have I told you to not ask unnecessary questions in this line of work? Just know he's important and get to it."

Jacqueline's sharp tone silenced Ashley, who quickly rushed off to handle her duties.

…

Meanwhile, after completing the reshoot, Tobias was walking back when Luna softly called out, "Mr. Quinnell."

He paused, turning to look at her. "What is it?"

Luna raised her eyes, revealing a crescent-shaped smile. "It's nothing much. The director asked me to let you know that the crew is having dinner together tonight to celebrate our hard work during filming."

Tobias glanced at the director, who nodded at him. Only then did Tobias agree. "Alright, I'll be there."

…

At the same time, Lenny had already been escorted away by uniformed law enforcement officers. These weren't members of the Special Operations Team but rather officials who entered the hotel with proper credentials to apprehend him.

After what had just occurred, no one present had the energy or desire to stay any longer.

Whether they were cultivators or ordinary individuals, everyone realized that Mt. Verfait had indeed made a grave mistake this time.

Most ordinary people couldn't discern what had happened, but the cultivators could tell that Sylvia had transferred all her remaining blessings to Wynter.

What was more shocking was that, even though so many wraithlords appeared, not a single trace of them was left behind afterward.

The resentful energy had all fallen onto Wynter. Whether this was fortunate or unfortunate for her was up for debate. This might very well be the price of bearing the demonic manifestation.

Had Kaspar not been standing by her side, she likely would have collapsed by now. The cultivators shook their heads, collectively lamenting that Wynter was still far too young to bear such a heavy burden.

The self-destruction of Leanan's Arcane mind served as a dire warning to them all.

Some individuals were sharp enough and immediately addressed Eric. "Mr. Lofstedt, regarding the matters of the chamber, we cultivators only dabble in the Arcane Way. It would be inappropriate for us to intervene too deeply. We'll take our leave and not disturb you further."

As a few cultivators prepared to leave, Eric, still waiting for Tobias to encounter trouble, grew visibly anxious.

To prevent more people from leaving, he sighed heavily and said, "The executive is still present. I hope everyone can stay and show some respect. Mr. Uselton has indeed been startled today, and I must admit my own negligence. Over the years, I failed to notice when Lenny changed."

His words were clearly an attempt to absolve himself of responsibility. And truth be told, they worked. So far, everything that had transpired had been Lenny's doing. None of it could be directly tied to Eric.

As shrewd as Eric was, he always ensured his hands remained clean. While he certainly reaped the benefits, none of the dirty work could be traced back to him. Even in Medwyn's case, he had never actively sought him out, merely introducing him to Lenny.

Thus, there was little Leanan could say. He could only glance at Eric and let out a long sigh.

Meanwhile, the banquet hall had returned to normal. The flickering lights were stable again, and the cameras were once more functional.

The media present, along with some members of the chamber, were abuzz with discussion about the earlier events.

Many found the incident too bizarre to believe, thinking it would sound like nonsense if they tried to recount it to others.

One chamber member even commented to a business associate, "That girl the Quinnell family brought back has the ability to summon spirits."

But those who weren't present would never believe such claims.

At the event venue, the executive, Cairo Irack, who had come specifically to cut the ribbon for the Chamber of Commerce, briskly approached Wynter. His tone was full of appreciation and relief.

"Young lady, we have you to thank for shedding light on such a major case of injustice," he said warmly.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Colin, who stood behind Wynter. "What a relief!"

Since Cairo had spoken, his secretary, Cornell Reynold, ever the smooth talker, quickly chimed in, "Mr. Irack served in the military in his younger years, working in the drug enforcement unit. Seeing a hero in the same field naturally resonates deeply with him."

Cornell noticed that Colin remained silent and decided to nudge him subtly. He thought Colin was too stiff. He couldn't believe he wasn't responding even when Cairo had personally addressed him.

Wynter, on the other hand, understood Cornell's intentions. Her gaze lifted slightly, a hint of amusement in her expression.

…

At a private courtyard, an old man sat with his eyes closed, appearing as though time had worn him down to frailty.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, he stirred, as if his spirit had returned to his body. His sharp gaze cut through the air, and his posture straightened, showing no sign of age-induced frailty.

He looked toward the distant horizon, where a meteor streaked across the sky, vanishing in an instant.

Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it briefly before pressing the answer button.

Eric's voice on the other end spoke. "Are you busy? Something just happened, and I need to inform you."

In truth, even without a report, the old man had already sensed that something had occurred.

Today was the day of the Chamber of Commerce's site selection event, an occasion where various sects' cultivators were expected to converge. They had planned to use this opportunity to teach Wynter a lesson.

"Go on. What happened at the Chamber of Commerce?"

Eric was surprised by his precise foresight. "You're as sharp as ever. Something indeed happened—it's about the Quinnell family. You mentioned before that we should be looking for heavenly merit."

At the mention of heavenly merit, the old man's expression shifted subtly. A glimmer of excitement flickered in his eyes. "Do you have news?"

"Originally, today's event was just to invite cultivators to help with the site selection, but an unexpected incident occurred. Wynter showed up and shattered Mr. Uselton's Arcane mind. He even called her a demonic manifestation imbued with heavenly merit."

The old man had searched for heavenly merit for years. His original plan had been to usurp the Quinnell family's fortune and bring them to ruin. Never had he imagined such legendary heavenly merit would reside within Wynter.

With a slight squeeze of his hand, he crushed the teapot he was holding. His earlier tranquility was gone.

"Are you certain? For years, I've scoured the earth without a single clue pointing to heavenly merit."

Eric continued cautiously, "There's more. Mr. Stavius was present at the scene too, and it seems that Wynter is quite close to him. I fear complications might arise if you make a move. After all, Mr. Stavius is said to be the most promising candidate for the title of grand master."

The old man chuckled coldly. "Kaspar may seem like the closest to achieving the title of a grand master to all of you, but that title is not his yet. Why should I fear him? Before a true grand master, I am invincible."

Hearing this, Eric's mind reeled with awe. He had always known the old man was formidable, but this declaration made even Kaspar seem insignificant in comparison.

Eric quickly continued, "Then, success is guaranteed if you take action. The Quinnell family will face utter disaster."

The old man warned, "Do not act recklessly. Wait for the right moment to strike."

"I understand. Oh, right! What's the situation with Tobias?" Eric's voice carried a tinge of eager curiosity.

"The secrets of the heavens cannot be divulged, but just know that this boy's fate is sealed. He won't last much longer."

If it were anyone else, Eric would've thrown money at them until they spoke.

Nevertheless, he merely chuckled at the old man's words. "Your methods are unparalleled. I won't disturb you further. I'll hang up now."

As the cold ended, the old man raised his gaze, a trace of malice in his eyes.

He had finally found it. However, there was one small imperfection—the Quinnell siblings' trajectory had deviated.

Still, the heavenly merit would serve his purposes far better.