The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1763

As Wynter pondered the memories that had surfaced, Kaspar stood quietly behind her. He was concerned about Wynter. Not only was she carrying resentful energy, but she was also too close to malevolent spirits.

Thankfully, Whitley had recognized her as his master. Otherwise, it would have been far too easy for her to stray down a dark path.

Still, Kaspar couldn't help but offer a word of caution. "Wynter, the way you've been breaking formations and collecting spirits isn't good for you. You should tread more carefully. Those three spirits at your side are already more than enough."

Wynter dismissed his concern. "It's fine. I can afford to take care of them."

Kaspar sighed heavily. "It's not about whether you can afford it or not. That resentful infant under your command is already a handful. You have to suppress his resentment constantly. If he successfully reincarnates, he's destined to become a Spirit King."

He lowered his voice as he continued, "Frankly, no one could have imagined he'd listen to anyone. According to the records, the only being he feared was the Mother of All Spirits.

"Earlier, after Azrael left, he even asked me whether we should be wary of that infant. That alone speaks volumes about how dangerous he is."

Indeed, no one would associate Leo with Wynter. Most cultivators would assume that her demonic manifestation was merely a summoning of local malevolent entities that already existed in the area.

They were all terrified when Leo appeared, especially after seeing how he dealt with Cornelius.

The records had made it clear. Resentful infants had a child's temperament. If you didn't provoke or get entangled with one karmically, they generally wouldn't bother you. But if one decided to "play a game" with you, that game usually ended in death.

That was why no one dared to anger Leo. After all, aside from the grandmasters, few had the skills to handle him.

Logically, they couldn't fathom the idea of Leo obeying a solo cultivator like Wynter. After all, they hadn't seen her perform any genuine spells.

Even the simplest soul-summoning earlier was something she had asked Kaspar to perform. Plus, the manifestation of malevolent spirits was attributed to her unusual horoscope. That was how most cultivators rationalized the situation.

Azrael initially had his doubts. But after observing her closely, he concluded that she didn't possess a true cultivator's energy.

Only Kaspar had identified the anomaly, which was why he approached Wynter privately to discuss the matter. His greatest fear was the potential backlash from the spirits she had aligned herself with.

Wynter understood his concerns and chuckled lightly. "Let's see how things go in the future. If I come across a good family, I'll have them reincarnate."

"I don't want to reincarnate," Leo muttered softly from the purple sugilite pendant. "I like things the way they are. I don't come out often, so I don't drain your energy.

"Plus, I can earn merit now. The underworld is hiring, and I sometimes go down to help out. I'm more useful than those old cultivators."

Kaspar was completely thrown off guard. He didn't know there was such a thing as the underworld hiring spirits.

Wynter gently touched the purple sugilite pendant, as though stroking Leo's head. "Then let me know when you want to reincarnate."

Then, addressing the twin spirits, she said, "You two as well. It's fine if you don't want to reincarnate."

The twins, having overheard Kaspar's words, were worried that their presence might harm Wynter. Of course, they wanted to stay by her side. But they also knew that humans and spirits belonged to different realms. Their heavy resentful energy could easily affect Wynter.

"W-We can find jobs, too," one of the twins stammered. "Last time, the spirit wardens asked us to help locate some lost souls, but we didn't agree."

"Yes, they asked me, too," Leo added, nodding with a serious expression. "The underworld charges a lot for child labor, so I took the job. Let's all go together."

Kaspar felt a headache coming on, his expression utterly baffled. He couldn't help but wonder if these were truly the resentful spirit and twin specters described in the records! How did this escalate to them discussing jobs?

Wynter, however, was used to it. Lately, while she was busy during the day, Leo often wandered off to the underworld and earned a bit of merit upon returning.

He was small but had a strong influence, thanks to his long existence as a spirit. He even formed a gourmet group, serving as the leader and earning spirit money. If one wanted to find out anything in the underworld, asking him was a surefire way to get answers.

Kaspar took a deep breath. "They… have jobs?"

"Occasionally self-sufficient," Wynter said with a chuckle. "Don't worry. I'll earn enough merit to offset their resentful energy."

Kaspar studied her closely, knowing she wouldn't abandon the spirits under her care.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his tone turned teasing. "You don't have to do everything all by yourself. That guy from the Yarwood family has so much merit he could never use them up. If you two hurry up and get married, his merit will flow to you as well."

Wynter cleared her throat awkwardly. "I can't take advantage of him like that…"

Although she frequently absorbed his purple energy, she believed marriage should remain a matter of love, not calculation.

Besides, the way he had resolved Tobias' situation confirmed some of her suspicions. He had changed ever since their time in Hawford. It wasn't just his overwhelming good fortune—there was something more…

In a low voice, Wynter said, "I'll have a proper conversation with him when he gets back."

Kaspar nodded approvingly. "You should. The two of you are perfect for dual cultivation. Why not join my sect on Mt. Dragon? That way, your brothers and disciples can bless your union. It'll be good for your future."

Wynter listened patiently as Kaspar spoke, but she stopped when her gaze fell on a particular photograph.

It was taken during the construction of a branch office for the Chamber of Commerce. Gordon appeared in high spirits. His head was marked with a few strands of white hair, yet his sturdy frame radiated vitality.

However, that wasn't what caught her attention. What stood out was the man facing Gordon in the photograph.

Only his back was visible—tall, dressed sharply in a fitted suit, a cigarette held between his fingers, and a pocket watch in hand. He stood as straight as a pine tree, exuding a powerful presence. There was an air of ease about him, as if he might be smiling faintly.

This was the kind of figure one might associate with a young warlord.

Wynter didn't need a second look to recognize who it was—it was Dalton in his past life.

She had seen him before, during her time in the formation, and they were practically old acquaintances. But seeing him again now stirred something strange in her. It felt as if the person in the photograph hadn't aged a single day, as though untouched by the passage of time.

With that thought, Wynter's fingers paused. She turned her head slightly to look at one of the chamber's members who had been managing this space. "When was this photograph taken?"

The member quickly provided the year, adding with a smile, "There's a story behind this photo. Back then, the late Mr. Quinnell Senior brought a friend along. An international guest took a liking to the friend, apparently.

"It's a very candid snapshot. The late Mr. Quinnell Senior even held a gala to raise funds, and this friend of his donated a lot of paintings."

Kaspar listened with great interest. "It sounds like he was quite wealthy."

Wynter, however, wasn't paying attention to the story. Her focus was entirely on the year. The timeline didn't match what she remembered from her time in the formation—there was a discrepancy of four or five years.

How could someone not age at all? Back in the formation, Wynter had already felt that Dalton didn't belong to the era he was supposedly from.

He seemed detached from all worldly concerns, exuding an air of indifference and wicked charm. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, as if hiding entire worlds within.

Surely, she would dismiss the old guard, just as Eric had, to ensure no remnants of the past remained. Yet, not only did she not remove him, but she had even entrusted him to continue guarding Gordon's legacy.

At that moment, Kyson finally understood why Gayle had said that Wynter was always meant to inherit the Chamber of Commerce.

"What about the people on this list?" Kyson asked, hoping she would take a closer look to familiarize herself with them.

Wynter replied, "I've memorized them."

Kyson was stunned. He was amazed that Wynter had memorized everything with only a few glances at the list a couple of times.

Kyson was in disbelief, but then another thought struck him—could she have a photographic memory?

Moreover, she had figured out things that Gayle had left unexplained. She not only understood these connections but also knew how to activate them.

Kyson had a feeling that the Chamber of Commerce's future prosperity under her leadership would be beyond anyone's imagination.

With that, all the true power of the Chamber of Commerce was officially returned to Wynter. If this had happened earlier, there would certainly have been dissent. But now, not only was there no opposition—there was unanimous support.

Various companies' CEOs accompanied Wynter the entire time after her appearance, each one proactively introducing themselves and detailing the sectors they specialized in.

Reflecting on it, the chamber hadn't had this kind of atmosphere in a long time, where they were purely focused on development.

Previously, relationships were forged at banquets, and everyone was overly cautious when dealing with foreign capital. After all, Eric's stance was clear. He deemed that foreign capital wielded significant financial power, and offending them was out of the question.

Initially, these CEOs just wanted to discuss ideas and didn't expect Wynter to provide any substantial advice. After all, they understood that she was still young, and it would be normal for her not to have solutions.

But to their astonishment, she did provide solutions! Not only was she adept at resource integration, but her expertise left them speechless. They exchanged glances, filled with incredulity.

They wondered if Wynter had connections in Gemsand as well. They had no idea that the Quinnell family's influence was this vast!

In truth, it wasn't the Quinnell family's overseas influence—it was Wynter's own network.

For the first time, they felt completely at ease. Wynter understood everything they discussed. She was well-versed in the digital economy, software development, technology maturation, and even financial strategies. It was as if she were a heaven-sent leader!

…

At a courtyard on the western side of Colifernia, a vehicle was parked at the entrance.

Inside the courtyard, a person dressed in black, with only their eyes visible, bowed before an old man and reported, "Sir, Eric has been detained."

The old man sighed and shook his head. "Ah, Eric has always been arrogant, so I'm not surprised he got into trouble. But to lose to that girl from the Quinnell family? That's truly disappointing."

"Will this affect our plans? After all, Eric was meant to act as a scapegoat in the original strategy."

The old man turned around and replied, "There are plenty of scapegoats, so finding another one won't be difficult. But Eric knows too much. Deal with him when the time is right."

The black-clad figure nodded. "Also, we just received word that Tobias is unharmed. On the contrary, it's the wooden doll who seems to have run into trouble."