The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1745

At the break of dawn, the race track was already buzzing with activity as staff members tended to their duties. As the morning light grew, the eager spectators filled the stands. It was a remarkable sight, with crowds bustling at every corner.

In a suite overlooking the spectators, Lenny and Buck were deep in conversation.

Flicking the ashes from his cigarette, Lenny said, "You'll ace the finals, won't you? I replaced your car with a high-performance model, and now there's no competition left for you."

"Rest assured, Mr. Malone. There's no doubt I'll be crowned champion in this race," Buck answered with assurance, though the root of his confidence was unclear.

Lenny cast a glance at Buck before turning his attention elsewhere. "Action speaks louder than words. Forget it. Go and get ready."

"Alright, I'll head down now. Please look forward to my amazing performance, Mr. Malone!" With that declaration, Buck left the suite and headed for the pit lane.

Once Buck was out of sight, Lenny shifted his gaze to the race track and smirked. "Oh, Blake, why do you have to be so stubborn? We could be making profits together. And yet, you chose to protect your reputation and ended up behind bars."

In the pit lane, Buck silently signaled to Bart through the crowd. Catching the subtle signal, Bart discreetly walked away and met Buck in an isolated corner.

"Are you sure Blake's sister is participating in the race?" Buck asked as he handed a bag of cash over.

When Bart saw the money, his eyes lit up instantly. "Yeah, but I heard that she knows nothing about cars. She's probably biting the bullet."

"She's really riding for a fall," Buck jeered before turning to the battered sports car in the club. "That thing's not fit to be my competition. Go back to your post, and make sure there are no traces left."

"Don't worry, Buck. The championship is yours," Bart stated assuringly. Just then, he heard his teammates calling for him. He quickly headed over as Buck left the scene.

"What are you doing? Get over here! The race is starting soon, and we need to inspect the car before that," Angus Cantor, a repairman, called out.

Bart chuckled sheepishly. "I'm coming! But why hasn't Ms. Quinnell shown up yet? Marcelo isn't here, either."

"Mr. Woodward's probably tied up with the boss' case." Angus sighed.

Bart voiced his doubts. "Can this race really proceed?"

Angus wasn't sure either and could only suggest that they carried on with the regular inspection.

Unlike the enthusiastic support they received during the semi-finals, the crowd now demanded an explanation regarding Ross' death. If it had truly been an accident, why hadn't Blake shown his face yet?

Although Blake's supporters continued defending him, they saw no hope for victory given the club's state. It was a situation that pleased both Lenny and Buck.

While Lenny was driven by the potential profits, Buck craved fame. With Blake out of the picture, all the spotlight now shone on Buck. Even the media, whom he'd longed to impress, now turned their attention to him.

"It's said that you' were mentored by Champion Blake. As the top contender for the championship, what are your thoughts on that accident?" a reporter inquired.

Buck put on an act in front of the camera. "I shouldn't be saying this before the race, but I've worked incredibly hard to get here. Everyone recognizes Blake's remarkable skills, but he has consistently kept me down, never giving me a chance to shine. That's why I decided to switch clubs.

"To be honest, I'm not sure how to feel about the accident. I did try to advise him before…"

He paused and shook his head with a look of aggrieved. "Let's focus on the race. I'd rather not discuss personal matters."

The personal bloggers quickly picked up on the subtle implications of his words.

"Does that mean that Blake created a club but failed to properly manage his racers? Has he been oppressing them all along?"

"Buck must've known something. He said he had tried to persuade Blake. Buck's a scion, and he only joined racing out of passion. Blake must've been jealous of his talent and afraid of being overshadowed. That's why he's been keeping Buck down."

"No wonder Buck would rather risk breaking his contract to switch clubs. Someone as greedy as Blake probably feared Ross would take the lead, lose control, and end up running him over."

Every discussion and headline intensified the situation. That was exactly why Lenny chose Buck to scheme against Blake—he was a malicious, penniless gambler who was skilled at playing the victim.

Seeing that the outcome of the result had already been decided, Lenny prepared to leave.

"Where are you going, Mr. Malone?" the organizer inquired when they noticed Lenny standing up.

Lenny replied with a smile, "I'll be leaving first since I have a meeting to attend. With you guys overseeing the race, I'm sure what happened last time won't happen again."

In truth, he was merely feigning indifference, much like he had when the police found nothing on him. After all, someone who didn't care about the race had no reason to be involved in wrongdoing.

Lenny believed his intentions were perfectly concealed, yet he had actually been under surveillance. The only reason he hadn't been confronted yet was because the authorities were waiting for everything to come to a head.

On the other hand, Buck was overwhelmed by admiration for the first time as he waved to his fans and the media. That was the kind of treatment Blake used to receive, but now it was all his!

Seizing his chance, Bart discreetly tampered with the car to erase any evidence. Little did he know that his actions were caught on camera.

The race was almost set to begin, yet Marcelo still hadn't shown up. The Quicksilver Club's members were growing anxious while the spectators wondered about his absence.

"What's going on with Quicksilver?" someone inquired.

"What else? No racer dares to go up against Buck. The club doesn't have many racers to begin with, and with their sponsors gone, who's left to race? They'll only end up humiliated," came the reply.

Buck, now dressed in his race suit, smirked smugly at the Quicksilver Club's predicament.

Meanwhile, outside betting had generated over a billion in profits, much to the investors' delight. Feeling more at ease, Lenny tucked his phone away and walked into the building with a satisfied grin.

Holding his helmet, Buck swaggered toward the Quicksilver Club and mocked, "Hey, Angus, Dennis. I gave you both the chance to join me, but you were putting on airs.

"And now, Marcelo doesn't even dare to show up. And Blake's haughty sister? How could she possibly compete with me? She's just full of hot air…"

His words were interrupted by a sudden uproar outside, with cheers and whistles echoing in the air. Something big must've happened for there to be such a ruckus on the racetrack.

When Wynter raised her head, the camera instantly zoomed in on her. While Buck had never paid much attention to the business community, several fans recognized Wytnter online.

"Wait, don't change the channel!" A young girl stopped her brother, who was puzzled by her sudden outburst.

"Why? Weren't you complaining about the race?" The brother scoffed.

However, his shopaholic sister suddenly snatched away the laptop and exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's really her! It's Ms. Quinnell!"

The brother blinked in confusion. "You mean the Quinnell family's daughter?"

"Well, duh! I'm going to leave a comment on the official blog page! She's so cool in that outfit! Who needs boys when girls can be this awesome?" the sister said gleefully.

Wynter's fans were far from typical. Rather than addressing her casually, they referred to her with respect as "Ms. Quinnell". After all, Wynter never hesitated to share her projects online, which endeared her to those who admired hard-working individuals.

Wynter tended to make unexpected appearances on various occasions. Even the Quinnell Group only learned about her participation in the race ten minutes before the public did. Fortunately, Wynter had given them just enough notice to prepare.

The Yarwoods, however, were completely left in the dark. Still, they followed Dalton's commands and reported everything to him.

Dalton was on his way to rescue Tobias when he came across the video online. Wynter looked even more captivating than the last time they met. His fingers lingered on her waist on the screen, and his eyes darkened. The crow, taking the form of a human driver, dared not to utter a word.

Dalton arched a brow as he read the floating comments. They ranged from effusive praises for Wynter, with some jokingly professing to bear her a child. There were even comments brazenly suggesting she left Dalton and kept them instead.

Dalton chuckled softly at the comments, though there wasn't a hint of a smile in his eyes. He asked in a calm and stoic voice, "As a mythical beast, you're bound to speak only the truth. Tell me, will a person retain the same habit, like keeping handsome men around, even after her reincarnation?"

The crow knew that the question was directed at him since he was the only other person in the car. Sadly, he was unsure how to answer that deadly question.

"I-I suppose you'll have to ask her in person…" the crow stammered as cold sweats broke on his forehead.

Dalton returned to the screen and smirked. "She? She has a poor sense of beauty."

To Dalton, Wynter's taste in beauty had always been questionable, both in the past and present. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for someone like Charlie, let alone the fragile youths in the mountains.

That said, Wynter wasn't entirely to blame. The temptation was hard to resist, after all. Dalton was determined to correct her flawed sense of beauty and trap her at his side.

Feeling something stirring within him, Dalton pressed a finger to his forehead.

The crow sensed the darkness brewing as well and couldn't help gazing at Dalton worriedly. How he wished Dalton could let go of his romantic feelings—it was clearly doing him no good.

…

Back at the racetrack, the crowd watched as Wynter approached the least favored club. Both Angus and Dennis stood frozen, completely astounded.

Once Marcelo processed Wynter's registration, her name appeared under the Quicksilver Club. Instantly, the stadium erupted into an uproar.