The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1822

After the command was given, everyone quickly and methodically chose their positions. The stakes were high for Cascadia, and they couldn't afford to let their guard down.

Osian had doubts about the map initially. What if it was a decoy planted by the enemy? The consequences would be catastrophic. But Wynter's words had been enough to convince him.

As he watched the team disperse, Osian pulled out his phone and dialed the number Wynter had left for him.

After a few rings, a calm voice answered, "This is Lucas Keller speaking."

Osian gripped the phone tightly. "Hello. I'm one of Ms. Quinnell's subordinates."

Lucas paused for a moment. "Ms. Quinnell? Do you mean Wynter?"

Osian lowered his voice. "Yes. She left me this number and told me to contact you if I ever faced a situation I couldn't handle."

Lucas' tone grew serious. He knew this call wasn't made lightly. "Go on. What's the situation?"

Osian explained everything that had happened, including the details of the map and the instructions Wynter had left behind.

After listening, Lucas responded gravely, "Wynter's plan is solid. But if they're planning an attack on our nation, this is likely just the beginning. I suspect they'll target multiple fronts simultaneously—economy, security, healthcare, and possibly even the military.

"For now, follow Wynter's instructions. Their moves won't be immediate. I'll relay this to higher authorities."

Osian nodded. "Understood."

Then, he hung up.

…

Meanwhile, Theo had arrived at Dalton's room. As he stepped inside, he saw Dalton lying motionless on the bed. A wave of anxiety washed over him.

He turned to Kaspar. "Mr. Stavius, what's wrong with him?"

Kaspar turned and sighed when he saw Theo. "His vitals are stable, but he's unconscious. There's no clear cause."

Theo grew even more worried. "Is it poison or some kind of curse?"

Though he often scolded Dalton, seeing him like this tore at his heart. The saying, "a noble destiny, but short-lived", had always haunted him. But since Dalton met Wynter, his health had improved significantly.

Seeing Theo's distress, Kaspar gently pulled him aside. "I know you're worried, but we still don't know why he's in this state. However, he's not in any immediate danger."

Kaspar couldn't bring himself to tell Theo about his suspicion that Dalton had entered the formation. It would only add to his distress.

Theo gripped Kaspar's hand tightly. "Mr. Stavius, you have to wake him up. He's my only grandson. I can't let that prophecy come true."

Kaspar nodded solemnly. "Trust me, Theo. Dalton will be fine. When I checked on him earlier, his fingers twitched. I'll keep watch over him for the next few days. If he wakes up, I'll let you know immediately."

Theo fought back tears and nodded, then walked over to Dalton's bedside. "Let me see him."

Kaspar watched Theo's hunched figure and shook his head, murmuring to himself, "Celestial secrets must remain hidden. If you knew the truth, you'd be beyond shocked."

Theo sat by Dalton's bed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You brat. How could you lay here without a word? You've left the company in chaos, forcing this old man to step in again. Wake up soon, or the family will fall apart. Come on, my boy."

He gently touched Dalton's face and held his hand before standing up. As he passed Kaspar, he paused. "Mr. Stavius, I'm leaving him in your hands. I trust you."

Kaspar gave him a reassuring look. "Leave it to me. The Yarwood family can't afford any missteps, so you need to take charge of the company for now. You can give him an earful once he wakes up."

Theo nodded and walked out with heavy steps.

Rolph Ainsworth, his assistant, quickly caught up. "Mr. Yarwood, I'll accompany you."

After that, only Kaspar and Dalton remained in the room.

Kaspar looked down at Dalton and sighed. "You reckless child. Wynter was forced into the formation, and I was planning to borrow some of your heavenly luck to save her. But here you are, diving in headfirst.

"Well, maybe it's for the best. With you in there, I'm sure Wynter will be fine. Just make sure both of you come back safely."

After leaving the Oceanuv Hotel, Theo's demeanor shifted. The presence of a seasoned leader emanated from him. Rolph, sitting in the driver's seat, felt the change and quickly started the car, heading straight for the company.

Soon, they arrived at the company parking lot. Theo turned to Rolph. "Get everything ready. We'll have a meeting with the executives in ten minutes."

Rolph parked the car and nodded. "Understood, Mr. Yarwood. I'll notify them right away." He pulled out his phone and began sending messages to the higher-ups.

Theo leaned back and closed his eyes, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

Rolph glanced at him. He was about to say something but soon decided against it when he saw Theo resting. He'd wait until it was time.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Rolph checked the time and softly said, "Mr. Yarwood, it's time."

Hearing that, Theo opened his eyes. "Let's go."

The two of them stepped out of the car and made their way to the conference room.

Not long after, Theo arrived at the conference room door and could hear the buzz of chatter inside.

"Do you think Mr. Yarwood is even going to come back? The company's been in chaos since he disappeared. I've been approached by another big firm offering me several times my current salary."

"Exactly. With Mr. Yarwood gone, there's no one to handle the mountain of issues piling up. Honestly, we should all start looking for new opportunities."

"I'm going to wait for Mr. Yarwood to return. I've been with the company for years, and he's always treated me well. He helped me when I was at my lowest."

"You're just being sentimental. I heard Mr. Yarwood is sick. It's been said before that his health is failing. He's been coughing up blood, so it might be serious this time ."

Inside the formation, Wynter had no idea that the Human Sacrificial Formation was connected to Project Eclipse. But before entering, she had left herself a backup plan.

What she didn't know was that Dalton would also enter the formation. Even more surprising was that the moment he stepped in, he merged with his spiritual form within the formation.

However, he had lost all memories of the outside world. To regain his memories, Dalton would have to want to leave the formation himself. But this was a paradox.

In his current state, Dalton wouldn't believe he was lacking in any way. He refused to acknowledge that he was merely a memory forged by stubbornness. And even if he was, he would turn this memory into reality.

He had the ability to do so. After all, who could defy the will of heavenly law unless he himself chose to?

After leaving Granville Village, the group walked for less than half an hour before activating the teleportation formation.

The other sect disciples had already returned to the main hall, having gained various golden encounters—some that boosted their cultivation and others that granted them legendary swords. Meanwhile, the group from Granville Village was late to the party.

Though these were all accomplishments worth celebrating, the biggest shock was that the massive formation in Granville Village had been broken, and all its fortune had been transferred to Mt. Nyxvarn.

Every sect was eager to find out who had broken the formation in Granville Village. While the fortune had gone to Mt. Nyxvarn, it was widely known that Mt. Nyxvarn's disciples weren't capable of such a feat. Their spiritual roots had been tested before, and they were average at best.

The most likely explanation was that something unexpected had happened inside the formation, causing the fortune to mistakenly flow to Mt. Nyxvarn. Everyone was waiting for Carlton to return so they could get some answers.

However, the sects were destined to be disappointed. It was especially so for Mt. Lunther, which had assumed that Carlton was the one who had solved the formation. They were ready to humiliate Mt. Nyxvarn publicly.

When the group emerged from the teleportation formation, all eyes turned toward them, including those of the sages.

Feradach was visibly startled by the scene. He would have understood if it had just been his own sage coming to greet him. After all, anyone who made a name for themselves at the Arcane Way Forum deserved to be welcomed by their sect.

But what they saw was not just his sage. In fact, his sage was standing in the back row. At the front were the sages and leaders of various sects, including Mt. Lunther's leader.

Feradach was so stunned he almost forgot how to walk. Surviving Granville Village's formation had been hard enough. Now, coming out to this scene left him even more shaken.

The same went for the other three disciples. They walked forward hesitantly, unsure why they felt so guilty. Their sect leaders were looking at them with pride and curiosity, eager to hear what had happened.

Could it be because Wynter had retrieved the Soul-Returning Herb? The four exchanged glances. They had no idea that the formation they had broken was considered unsolvable.

It was like a top-tier player suddenly appearing in a beginner's zone, and that player wasn't someone they recognized as a genius. Naturally, everyone wanted to know how it had happened.

The four of them were at a loss, stopping in their tracks. They had planned to share their harrowing experiences with their fellow disciples, but now they didn't dare speak a word.

They felt like a group of junior employees suddenly facing the company's top executives. Young and inexperienced, they had no idea what to say.

Jervis, the elder from Mt. Lunther, stepped forward with a kind smile. "Don't be nervous. You've done something worthy of celebration. We just need to clarify a few details.

"Where is my disciple, Carlton? He should have returned with you. Without him, who would have drawn the teleportation formation? Your spells must be nearly depleted by now."