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The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1878

Summary for Chapter 1878 Heading to Havenia: The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell)

Chapter 1878 Heading to Havenia – Highlight Chapter from The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell)

Chapter 1878 Heading to Havenia is a standout chapter in The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) by Noveldrama, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Love narrative into new territory.

Leomer shoved a woman from his arms and stood up. He walked into the shadows, his phone in hand. "Someone's got their sights set on Havenia. They're planning something."

He took a drag on his cigar and continued, "You've got strict control in further areas, so problems rarely crop up. You know that, too, don't you? But Havenia is different. It's haunted by its past."

As Wynter flipped through the namelist, she was stunned at the mention of Havenia. Clearly, she didn't need further explanation.

"I see. T hey never learn." Wynter snickered with a cold expression.

Placing down his wine glass, Leomer remarked, "That's because they thought you'd retired. After all, you're basically a 100-year-old individual on the international wanted list.

"They figured you were out of the game and decided to make a move. If they knew you're still around, they wouldn't have dared to stir up trouble. I'm sure they've never forgotten the bullet you shot at the border."

Though Leomer was involved in shady dealings, he steered clear of drugs. When he had visited Nasnyae, the country was in disarray. Human trafficking and drug manufacturing were common in the lawless territory.

If Soren Borges, the notorious crime lord at that time, had stayed clear of the Cascadian borders, he might've lived to see another day.

No one had expected to encounter the elusive Special Unit, standing guard at the borders like vigilant sentinels. They not only rescued the chemical engineers but also destroyed Soren's operations, burning down a thousand acres of opium poppy.

And it was then that Wynter fired at Soren. No one knew where she came from or how she had appeared. However, they knew she was the one who ended Soren's long reign over the illicit trade that spanned across borders.

Rumors spoke of the aftermath as nothing short of seismic. Wynter wasn't saving the powerful authorities from collapse—she was rescuing ordinary citizens who had been pushed into drug addiction at the borders.

No one, no matter their nationality, wanted their children growing up in such a hellish place.

After that day, Wynter made a mark as 001. No one had dared to blatantly smuggle drugs into Cascadia again. And the agents, who carried out covert operations for years, were honored with medals for their heroism.

For the first time, Leomer, a foreign-born Cascadian, came to understand that some people of the long-established Cascadia were willing to lay down their lives for peace.

He lifted his gaze, looking right at the surveillance camera in his casino. "I've heard the situation in Havenia isn't as simple as it seems. Apparently, they've found the true god and hidden a trick up their sleeves. I fear the future ahead won't be one of peace."

Wynter coldly chuckled at his words. "A true god? You're missing a point, King. In Cascadia, we don't believe in gods or anything like that—we only believe in ourselves."

She closed the namelist file and continued, "That said, I'll be ready for whatever comes. There's an old saying here that frequently pops up in stories—the tides have turned, and ruin awaits the Smiths."

Leomer let out a confused sound, clearly baffled by her statement. Wynter merely offered a soft chuckle before ending the call.

While Wynter was on the phone, Dalton watched her from the side. His dark eyes fixed on her in silence.

He understood Wynter would always be surrounded by men, no matter her reincarnation. Still, he couldn't shake the possessiveness that stirred within him, one he knew would never fade. Over the years, the ruthlessness running through his veins only deepened.

At that moment, the Fankrit inscriptions on his body reacted to his emotions. Unlike before, they now restrained his very spiritual form. Each word cut into his flesh, as if the world itself reminded him that he wasn't allowed to love.

Dalton cast his eyes downward, and a cold smirk twisted his lips. With a flick of his wrist, he slipped back into his usual air of elegance.

Upon noticing his sudden shift in demeanor, Wynter turned to Dalton. Just as she was about to ask, a voice rang out from the doorway.

"Team 046, reporting for duty!" It was Eustace Fienley, a squad leader who had operated alongside Wolf.

He was still in his uniform, and his face was drenched with sweat. Clearly, he had hastily rushed back to Colifernia to meet with Wynter. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he would never have shown up so recklessly. After all, the Special Unit had stressed the need for discretion.

However, Eustace had no time to consider when he learned of Wynter's return. His special identity meant he couldn't remain in Havenia for long, and Wolf's disappearance had thrown everything into chaos.

Wolf had never failed to contact them before. More importantly, he didn't disappear somewhere in Cascadia—he vanished in Havenia. As the Special Unit had no jurisdiction there, any action they took had to be reported.

However, years of working in the field told Eustace there was far more to Havenia than it let on. And so, he took the risk of coming to the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce to speak with Wynter.

As astute as ever, Wynter immediately sensed the gravity of the situation upon spotting Eustace's uniform. She sprang from her seat and cut to the chase. "What happened?"

Eustace stood upright and saluted her. "L has gone missing. The only information we confirmed is that he's somewhere in Havenia."

Wynter was caught off guard by the news, and even Dalton glanced over. He knew better than anyone how special Wolf was.

Havenia was no place for the ancient beast Chaos. The fulfillment of the prophecy lay not with the beast, but in the hearts of the humans. It seemed the world had forgotten that Chaos had earned his fearsome reputation from his hunger for resentful energy.

Back in Havenia, Ingrid drove Wolf to Antoine's residence. As she brought the car to a stop, Antoine appeared at the door to greet her. Standing beside him was none other than Lorcan, the same man who had visited her last time.

Lorcan trotted over and opened the car door. "You're back, Ms. Ingrid. Mr. Antoine will be pleased to see you."

Ingrid gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Thanks for your help last time."

As Wolf stepped out of the car, his gaze immediately locked onto Lorcan. His eyes darkened when he failed to find the protective charm on Lorcan.

Jemima, sensing Lorcan's presence in the emerald pendant, could hardly contain her anger. Before she could burst out, she heard Wolf's voice drifting into her mind. "Calm down. There are too many people right now. I'll find a way."

Reluctantly, Jemima suppressed her anger. "Understood, sir. I will wait."

At that moment, Antoine approached with a look of surprise. "Why did you decide to return so suddenly, Ingrid? The food's not ready yet."

Taking his arm, Ingrid replied, "I don't care about the food. I just wanted to see you and spend some time with you."

Antoine chuckled at her words. "How wonderful. Come on in. I've asked Alanis to prepare some fruits for you."

As the father and daughter walked hand in hand, Ingrid noticed Wolf had stayed behind. She turned around and ushered him. "Why are you standing there, Wolf? Come inside."

Antoine flashed a smile at Wolf. "I know you're fond of meat, so I had Alanis buy plenty. Come on, let's go inside."

However, Wolf shook his head and glanced at Lorcan. "I want to play with him for a while."

Hearing that, Antoine turned to Lorcan and said, "In that case, why don't you accompany Wolf for a bit, Lorcan? Just come back before lunch."

"Understood, sir." Lorcan complied.

With that, Wolf turned away from the house. As Lorcan hurriedly followed him, he suggested, "There's nothing exciting over there, little boy. There aren't many people there, either. How about I take you to the park behind the house? There's a beautiful lake there."

"Either way, I'm as good as dead," Lorcan muttered, his eyes flickering with conflict.

Wolf merely retorted with a cold expression, "If you speak the truth, you may live. Otherwise, you'll die a gruesome death. Now, on the count of three. One… Two… Three."

At the final count, Wolf decisively turned his back. At the same moment, Jemima was about to tear Lorcan's soul from his body, giving him a death far worse than he could imagine.

Panicked, Lorcan hurriedly shouted, "I-I'll speak!"

Only then did Wolf turn to face him. As he did, he sneakily turned on the recorder. He recalled a phrase Wynter once told him—to accuse someone of theft required solid proof, just as catching bandits meant going after their leader.

Meanwhile, Lorcan had composed himself and turned to Jemima. "Are you aware of your husband's true identity?"

Jemima was stunned by the question. "Of course I do. We've known each other since we were children. He's always been a hard worker."

However, Lorcan shook his head and disclosed, "You're wrong. He's Havenia's deputy mayor."

"What? He's the deputy mayor? But I never knew about this!" Jemima exclaimed, visibly shocked by the revelation.

Lorcan heaved a sigh. "He met a politician at a banquet and has been gaining support to climb the ranks. Soon after, the politician offered his daughter's hand in marriage—that's a story after your death.

"When your husband learned of the marriage proposal, he came up to me and asked me to secretly dispose of you and your son, making your deaths look like an accident."

Jemima could hardly accept the truth. Her head dropped, and her voice was barely a whisper. "B-But he said he loves me the most. Why would he kill me?"

A blood-curdling scream suddenly tore through the air, as though it might shake the heavens.

Rushing to Jemima's side, Wolf grabbed her arm and tried to comfort her. "C-Calm down. Boss always said the bad guys will get their punishment eventually."

When he saw that Jemima was still agitated, he continued, "Even if you wish to seek revenge on your husband, there's nothing you can do.

"Boss always said we don't have to risk our lives for vengeance. We can hit him where it hurts. He's the deputy mayor, right? Boss can bring him down from grace."

As Jemima took in the comforting words, her anger began to subside. "Thank you for the kind words, sir."

Wolf waved a dismissive hand and said, "My boss will take care of him. Once he's stripped of his position, you can do anything you want with him."

On the other hand, Lorcan was completely slumped on the ground.

All of a sudden, Wolf delivered a cutting remark. "You're the one who sent those men to kidnap Ms. Ingrid, aren't you?"

Lorcan widened his eyes in shock. "H-How did you know?"

Aside from him and the kidnappers, no one was supposed to know about their scheme. So, how did Wolf find out?

Wolf stated coldly, "You were too obvious. After Mr. Antoine sent you to find Ms. Ingrid, a bunch of men appeared to kidnap her. There's no one else who would have done it but you."

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