The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1703

Wynter's brow furrowed deeply, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Normally, members of the Special Unit would avoid direct calls unless absolutely necessary. For someone to break that rule meant the matter was very urgent.

In reality, there were only a few members in the Special Unit. They were all exceptional in their respective fields yet deliberately low-profile.

With only two or three operatives assigned per city, maintaining discretion while ensuring coverage across such a vast territory was no small feat. This also meant that they would be switched out if their identities were accidentally exposed.

Hence, for Balmond Kurtus, to risk exposing himself, the stakes had to be extraordinarily high.

"I'll head over," Wynter said without hesitation. She brought both the black serpent and Dalton with her as she hopped onto her BMW Tomahawk.

Her superbike blended seamlessly with Colifernia's aesthetic. Yet, with Dalton perched on the back, the scene turned heads for a different reason. He wasn't the type anyone would expect to see on a superbike.

The two of them were undeniably eye-catching, especially since anyone into bikes would instantly recognize this superbike's value.

The only one not enjoying the ride was the black serpent. It didn't dare move at all, as if paralyzed in the black backpack. Yes, it was indeed carried in a backpack. Its breathing was so faint it might as well have slipped into hibernation.

It was terrified that it would be turned into ashes in the bag if Dalton was in a foul mood.

Although Wynter had left the farmers' market, she hadn't truly set the matter aside. Instead, she sent someone else to handle it. Sometimes, throwing money at a problem was the fastest solution.

Having the Quinnell family take over the farmers' market wasn't unreasonable, especially considering that she came to Colifernia as a representative of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce.

Since she had already secured a piece of land in Hawford, adding a farmers' market to the portfolio wasn't a stretch.

However, the news of the impending takeover didn't sit well with the existing stall owners.

The phone calls were getting more frantic, and hearing the word "sinister" from members of the Special Unit made her push her superbike to its maximum speed.

She had driven past many factories from the highway to the city's outskirts, near the suburban area.

Her superbike finally stopped by a winding river.

Before she even got close, Wynter could already smell a strong fishy odor. It wasn't from factory wastewater but from actual fish.

At that moment, the black serpent, which had been curled up in Wynter's backpack, suddenly straightened its body.

Its eyes gleamed, and it couldn't help but ask, "Master, why have you guys come here?"