The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1852

Konner Code's expression changed drastically—he hadn't expected to see Wynter here. Didn't the members of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce say she had gone missing? Why was she here now?

It wasn't just Konner who froze—everyone else did, too.

The only reason they even dared to show up here was because things had been unstable lately. In their minds, both the Yarwood and Quinnell families were possibly on the decline, so they were just getting a head start. After all, charity began at home.

Wynter saw right through them. Under normal circumstances, she would take her time, play with them a bit, and then crush them in the business world until nothing remained.

But right now, her entire focus was on the emergency room.

She tossed the situation to Keane behind her. "Go tell these gentlemen they're no longer affiliated with the Yarwood Group, and the Quinnell family will ensure they can't do business anywhere."

The three men turned pale. Konner snapped, "You're ruthless! Do you think you can just shut us down with a word? Who do you think you are? What the hell did we ever do to deserve this?"

"When you were taking dividends without lifting a finger, you were all smiles, calling my fiancé 'Mr. Yarwood.' Now that he's fighting for his life, you're trying to provoke Mr. Yarwood Senior into taking drastic measures."

Wynter stepped forward, her voice laced with sarcasm and threat. "I'm not some naive child. I know exactly what you're up to. All of you are well aware of how I operate—you've probably heard plenty of stories about me, too."

The men exchanged uneasy glances, clearly shaken.

They all worked under the Yarwood family umbrella and knew full well what kind of methods she had shown over the past six months.

At first, people thought she was just a country bumpkin they had brought back from the sticks—no one worth paying attention to. Even when Dalton started showing interest in her, they just assumed it meant they had a spoiled princess to tiptoe around.

Everything would be fine if they didn't confront her head-on and kept appeasing her every step of the way. It was just like the dramas—one would be untouchable if they married well.

However, they didn't respect her deep down, let alone fear her. They would show her respect in public, but if the engagement with the Yarwood family was ever called off, they would no longer bother.

That was what they thought during Wynter's first month in Kingbourne.

But now, as they watched one company after another get taken down by her, they finally realized she wasn't bluffing. She didn't even rely on Dalton to do it, except for that one incident in Hawford. That alone made her a legend.

No one ever imagined that a century-old powerhouse like the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce would end up in her hands. Plus, she dealt with everyone who refused to bow to her thoroughly and without exception.

They used to think Dalton was ruthless—until she showed up. It turned out they were perfectly matched. The only difference was that she was even more direct, leaving her enemies with no way out.

Now, everyone standing outside the emergency room was sweating bullets. They would have never crossed her if they could do it all over again.

Wynter carried an overwhelming presence—not because she was Dalton's fiancée, but because she was Wynter.

"I'll make sure anyone trying to carve up the Yarwood family right now doesn't walk away alive. You can try if you don't believe me."

With that, she walked straight toward the emergency room.

Konner, who had just been yelling at her, now stood frozen, face flushed red, not daring to even think of resisting. He knew she meant every word and wasn't bluffing.

Keane was already waiting nearby with the Shadows. He turned his gaze away from the stunned business tycoons and said softly, "They've been stirring up trouble these past few days. Mr. Yarwood Senior's health hasn't been good, so I didn't want to report it to higher-ups.

"I didn't expect it to get this far. Thank you, Ms. Quinnell. Mr. Yarwood told us you're in charge of the Yarwood Group and the rest if anything ever happens to him."

Wynter glanced sideways at him when she heard that.

Keane let out a breath. "I'll admit I was shocked when I first heard him say it, too."

He wanted to say more about how a company as massive as the Yarwood Group attracted all kinds of vultures. Even preparing the legal paperwork for inheritance—assets, stocks, and cash—would require an army of financial experts.

But Dalton handed it all to her. That went beyond love. It was a bond deeper than romance. It was like the only person he trusted to handle everything was her.

Keane couldn't help but speak on Dalton's behalf. "He can't let go of you, and he knows if something really happens to him, you're the only one who can cover for him."

Wynter paused for half a second and replied, "I know."

Then, she walked into the disinfection room next to the emergency room. She didn't hesitate for a second as she turned to the doctors. "What's his current condition? Do we need surgery?"

Over the past few months, she had been so active in the business world that everyone seemed to forget she was a genius doctor.

The doctors quickly briefed her. The issue was that they couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"He's been running a high fever that won't go down before things took a sudden turn. We've tried CPR, but we can barely keep him alive. In all our years of practice, we've never seen a case like this."

If it wasn't the body, it had to be the soul.

Wynter instantly understood, and her face went paler.

On the way here, she had received a text from Kaspar, so she knew Dalton had entered the formation. And logically, once the formation was broken, all the souls trapped inside should have been released.

So, why hadn't he come back? Unless…

She remembered the final scene of just the two of them inside the formation. What if his soul was still trapped there?

Wynter's heart clenched. She raised her hand and said, "Get me surgical scrubs."

She couldn't enter the emergency room without proper attire. She hadn't rushed in because, at the moment, Dalton was just a mortal.

When she finally stepped into the emergency room and saw the man lying on the bed, her hands curled into fists.

Aside from the paleness of his face, he still exuded his usual overwhelming presence.

He was wearing a plain black cotton tee, with white gauze wrapped around his wrist and IV tubes snaking into his body. His nose was sharply defined, almost excessively so.

He looked handsome and cold. He was the kind of man who had every right to look down on the world.

His eyes were shut, his long lashes casting faint shadows. It looked like he wasn't breathing, but at the same time, he seemed like some aristocrat merely taking a nap.

But his actual condition told another story. His vitals were weak, and his heart rate was barely registering. Everything else was hanging by a thread.

Wynter tried to read his spiritual manifestation, but thick black mist nearly drowned him.

She had spent half a year nurturing him, believing she could rewrite his fate, only for everything to fall apart, returning to square one.

Wolf didn't move, his body instinctively resisting. Out of nowhere, a gust of wind tore through the area.

Zenia glanced up, startled. Moments ago, the weather had been sunny. Now it looked like a storm was about to break.

In the van, Jovanni Sexton shouted, "What are you waiting for? Get him in the van already!"

Zenia clenched her teeth, bent down, and tried to force Wolf inside.

But a voice called out behind them, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Jovanni heard it, too. In a panic, he and Zenia dragged Wolf into the vehicle and slammed the door shut.

The person behind them knew they were kidnappers. He rushed forward, but it was too late. The van sped off down the street.

He quickly called the police and reported the situation, including the license plate. But what he didn't know was that the plate was fake. When the police checked the number, it came back with nothing.

Inside the van, the woman let out a breath of relief and looked over at Wolf. "This kid's mute. He can only make hand signs."

Meade was ecstatic. "A mute? That's perfect. They're in high demand lately. The pay is really good."

Wolf stayed quiet. He wasn't panicking, but he put on a scared face. Wynter had taught him well. Sometimes, the best move was to act weak and let the enemy see what they wanted to see.

Even though he could easily deal with the three of them, he wanted to save those other children who were kidnapped just like him.

The three in the van had no idea what Wolf was really thinking. Seeing his frightened expression, they all burst out laughing.

"Look at this dumb little thing. He's actually scared."

Zenia reached over and ruffled his hair. "You know, you're pretty cute for a kid. These little teeth of yours are adorable."

But the moment she touched Wolf's head, his expression shifted. No one but Wynter was allowed to touch his head. Anyone who did usually met a very bad end.

Still, he held it in. There would be time to settle the score later.

Just then, Jovanni noticed the watch on Wolf's wrist, and his eyes narrowed. "That thing's got GPS, doesn't it?"

He yanked it off and was about to toss it out the window when Meade stopped him. "Hold up. Let's check it first. If it's got GPS, it probably also has his family's contacts saved. We might be able to ransom him, too—double the profit."

Jovanni nodded. "Good thinking, Boss. I wouldn't have thought of that."

The van sped toward the city's outskirts. After a while, they stopped at a rundown little house.

Jovanni opened the door, dragged Wolf out, and threw him inside.

Just as Wolf suspected, the house wasn't empty—there were several other kids inside. They looked up when he came in, but their eyes were blank and lifeless.

After throwing Wolf into the little house, Jovanni slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside.

Meade fiddled with the watch, tapping through the screen, only to find two saved contacts. One was labelled "Feeder", and the other one was "Boss".