The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1832

The Quinnell Group didn't make an announcement regarding Wynter's disappearance as per Fabian's instructions. If someone were to use this information maliciously, it might be disadvantageous to the company.

As for the search effort, Fabian personally stepped forward to lead it. Along with Alexis, he hopped on the earliest flight to Colifermina.

The other brothers also wanted to drop everything they were doing to look for Wynter, but Fabian said to them, "All of you need to remain normal. I only need you to send your most trustworthy men to seek information."

That was why the brothers didn't kick into action. Otherwise, if they were all to go to Colifernia at the same time, it would be akin to the sky falling.

Not long after, Fabian was seen rushing out of Colifernia Airport with Alexis in tow. There were people already waiting there to pick Fabian up from the airport.

Looking at them, Fabian said, "We set out at once. We must search for Wynter secretly. If anyone gets their hands on any information, they will be rewarded handsomely!"

"Yes, sir!" the men chorused before speeding off in different directions.

Fabian sighed. "Wynter, please be alright. I'm an old man, and I lived the first half of my life with my heart in my throat looking for you. Yet, not long after you returned to us..."

"Mr. Quinnell Senior, she's probably fine. Ms. Quinnell has always been a lucky person. Even though we haven't been able to get in touch with her these few days, there hasn't been any bad news, either.

"Right now, the only thing we can do is to pour all our energy into looking for her. So long as there isn't any bad news, that in itself can be considered good news."

At this time, there was practically one car and two people stationed on every street in Colifernia, trying to find out any information about Wynter. The only thing that was missing was police sirens on top of the cars.

As soon as he got into the car, Dalton's face surfaced in Fabian's mind as he remembered that Wynter was always with Dalton. Thus, he quickly found Dalton's number and dialed it.

Almost immediately, the line connected. "Hello? Dalton, where is Wynter?"

"Mr. Quinnell Senior?" a voice sounded over the phone. It sounded a little familiar, but Fabian couldn't recall to whom it belonged.

He gripped the phone tightly. This was indeed Dalton's number, though. Before he could react, the other party added, "This is Kaspar."

Finally, it clicked for Fabian. "Mr. Stavius, why do you have Dalton's phone?"

That question left Kaspar flustered. He immediately racked his brain for a cover-up story. Otherwise, if Fabian found out that Wynter was in trouble, he was afraid that Cascadia would descend into chaos.

Clearing his throat, he sighed. "Mr. Quinnell Senior, you know how impulsive young people are. When I saw them a few days ago, they told me that they wanted to go on a fun excursion to relax.

"You also know how Dalton listens to everything Wynter says. Therefore, he gave me his phone, saying that he didn't want to deal with work while he was supposed to be having fun. Neither of them brought anything with them on their spontaneous little trip."

Upon hearing that, Fabian's frown eased. "Are you saying that Wynter is on a trip with Dalton? Why didn't she give me a heads-up?"

Sensing that this lie was working, Kaspar quickly explained, "Young people have minds of their own. Let them have fun, Mr. Quinnell Senior. Don't worry about them."

Before Fabian could respond, Kaspar already hung up.

If anyone else had said this to Fabian, he would never have believed them. However, this was Kaspar of all people.

All the tumultuous changes happening outside the formation were for Wynter's sake. Kaspar's quick and decisive actions had certainly eased a lot of trouble.

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However, no one paid any mind to Wolf. After all, he was the Ancient Beast, Chaos. If he wanted to stir up trouble, then no one could stop him.

Having awakened part of his powers, he didn't need to go searching purposely to realize that something was off about the energy field around Monway University. He just had to give it a quick sniff.

Without Wynter by his side, Wolf was going to do things the way she had taught him.

He might not have grown much in height, but his hair was growing out very quickly. When he returned from Mt. Dragon with Dalton, he had been able to tie his hair into a small bun at the back of his head.

Now, the bun had grown into a charming wolf tail mullet. It even swayed from side to side as he walked, making him appear attractive and cool.

After all, Wolf always donned a cold expression like that of a ferocious tiger.

On top of that, he hadn't known how to communicate with words before. He could speak now, but he still relied on using his hands to gesticulate.

Thus, the students at Monway University thought that he was just a little aloof boy and kept staring at him.

Dressed stylishly, Wolf walked around, carrying his tablet on his back. When he encountered those who understood sign language, he'd gesture with his hands. With those who didn't know sign language, he used his limited vocabulary. "Um… searching… person."

Now, visitors had to register themselves to enter the university town.

After the huge incident at Monway University, the police investigation revealed that the culprit had connections to the professor and the delivery man. All in all, it was extremely messy.

However, a young boy like Wolf definitely wouldn't get scrutinized too closely. He didn't do much, either, merely walking around campus with his backpack.

Because of the Sacrificial Human Formation that mortals couldn't see, there were very few people at the southwest side.

There was even an abandoned dormitory building where a very healthy banyan tree was thriving. It had been there for many years, and its branches were covered in lush green leaves.

According to Monway University's students, strange things always happened at this abandoned dormitory building. On top of that, after the campus was expanded, even fewer people came to this area.

As Wolf headed toward that area with his head covered, a female student saw him and grew concerned. "Hey, you'd better not go play there. It's haunted."

When Wolf heard that, he blinked slowly. His face remained expressionless, but on the inside, he was thinking, "But I am looking for a haunted place."

Wynter had been gone for some time, and he wasn't used to this.

In any case, he didn't want to continue waiting idly. Since there was a Sacrificial Human Formation, there must be many evil spirits and malevolent spirits. And human resentment was the best form of nourishment for these evil spirits.

It was impossible for Monway University to have stayed absolutely safe. Major trouble had only been avoided all because of the cleansing ritual that the mediums had done on Mt. Dragon in the past.

Of course, this was all Atwater's efforts. It was just that the cleansing ritual hadn't been made public. The Special Unit was in charge of handling these abnormal circumstances and burying information.

When Wolf stepped inside, he could sense a restless chill that was targeted at him.

He didn't do much except continue trudging ahead with his backpack on his back. Occasionally, he'd raise his face to look at the magpies perched on the tree branches.

He hated those things. Every time he wanted to climb a tree to catch them, Wynter would stop him. He'd already learned so many rules.

However, if these magpies started cawing noisily, then he'd go up there. He'd take one in each hand and smash them into the ground.

Not being able to meet Wynter had evidently intensified Wolf's violent tendencies.

Yet, there were still spirits who were fearless. After all, the malevolent spirits within the Human Sacrificial Formation got their powers from the cultivator who cast the spell, and they didn't cultivate their powers themselves. They could even smell Wolf's presence.

Before Wolf could even initiate the "hellish" suppression, those evil beings couldn't restrain themselves any longer. After all, they hadn't seen a living human enter for many, many days.

Finally, a young boy came. They could now provide the formation with a boost of nourishment. Of course, they couldn't let Wolf go.

They were famished. If they didn't take the opportunity to devour him whole, then they couldn't live up to their name.

The spirits within the Sacrificial Human Formation were also evil people in their past lives, just like Granville Village's villagers.

Despite how ignorant those evil spirits were, they were still able to sense how unusual this energy was.

Chaos' Stomp could actually shake the earth and move mountains. It wasn't just empty words.

The banyan tree, which absorbed resentment to feed the evil spirits, began to snap. Even its roots were starting to break.

It swayed wildly, as if begging for mercy. A thick black blood oozed from its trunk.

Anyone would be able to tell that this was no ordinary banyan tree. In fact, its trunk was densely covered in vague faces. Some were smiling, some were crying, and some were screaming with their mouths open.

Without even sparing it another glance, Wolf slapped the tree. There was a loud blast as the banyan tree was uprooted, its trunk snapping in the middle. Countless wails echoed through the abandoned dormitory.

Wolf's ears twitched, like he was annoyed that they were being so noisy. With another stomp, he began grabbing the tree's branches and ripping them off one by one.

The evil spirits trembled in fear. They wanted to try to escape while he was distracted.

To their surprise, Wolf's head suddenly whipped around. Clutching onto the evil spirits, he dragged them out from under the wall.

How could a human like this exist? He wasn't even a cultivator!

The medium that previously visited was already considered the best of the best, yet he couldn't do anything to them. That was because the cultivators would have to carry heavy personal burdens if they laid a hand on them.

Yet, Wolf feared nothing!

The evil spirit who had wanted to swallow Wolf alive was now trembling. He was the one who had sent the children over.

In his previous life, he had been a child molestor. However, due to insufficient evidence, he was never convicted.

He never expected that his victim's mother would simply go berzerk and kill him. That was how he ended up in the Sacrificial Human Formation.

In the end, the mother still landed in prison. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been any resentment to fuel the Sacrificial Human Formation.

He considered himself someone very knowledgeable, but he had never thought that he'd fall in a mute boy's hands in his afterlife.

The ghost, Tye Keanon, begged for mercy, his bright eyes darting all over. "Sir, I know you must be a magnanimous person. I'm simply so foolish not to have recognized your status.

"We're all just insignificant ghosts trying to make a living because no one is offering us salvation. We really don't usually commit evil. It only happened this time because we haven't gone out in a while."

He spoke sincerely, even glancing at the two little ghosts behind me. "I'm also those children's father. Please let me off this time—I have a family to raise."

Even in his past life, he had had a knack for acting. It was how he'd managed to escape punishment in front of the judge. Of course, he'd also offered some bribes, seeing as he had been one of his city's top dogs. He refused to believe that he couldn't bluff Wolf!

After listening to Tye's story, Wolf lowered his head slightly. However, his tiger-like eyes were scrutinizing the expression on Tye's face.

He seemed to be pondering something. His nose twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Tye didn't dare to say anything as he waited for Wolf to come to a decision.

After roughly three seconds, Wolf relaxed his grip.

Just as Tye thought that his trick had worked, Wolf raised his leg and stomped him into the ground. "Stinky. Not delicious."

Tye was in pure agony. It felt like his insides were about to burst. Then, he remembered that he didn't even have organs. The pain must be coming from his soul.