The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1750

Leanan's distinguished reputation left no doubt. He was no ordinary figure but one who hailed from an orthodox sect. When he looked at Wynter, he could sense the hostile air that enveloped her.

Although she was endowed with the Quinnells' merits, the heavy weight of the personal burdens rendered her unfit to assume control of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce.

Moreover, Leanan had noticed the resentment energy lingering at the chamber's heritage site was overwhelming, tainted by the weight of countless sins.

It was only a matter of time before the heritage site became an Earthbound Formation. If the chamber wasn't relocated soon, a disaster was sure to follow.

"For all reasons at play, the chamber's heritage site must be relocated," Leanan said with unwavering certainty. His declaration shifted the very nature of the discussion.

While superstitions were largely dismissed, the historical discord between certain geomantic forces couldn't be ignored.

"Otherwise, it may lead to unthinkable consequences. Too much has piled up over the years. The site needs to be cleansed, or else it'll affect the city's fortune," Leanan continued with a flick of his finger.

When Giles heard those words, his expression faltered. Though Wynter gained the upper hand through Lenny's scandal, the table now seemed to have turned.

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, and even the reporters hesitated to speak out. In all their years of experience, they knew better than to challenge an esteemed medium.

Wynter merely flashed a smile as her gaze darkened. "Do you have a habit of butting into another family's affairs, sir?"

Leanan was unsettled by the presence of bloodshed on Wynter. Without a second glance, he could tell that her destiny was indomitable. In the past, people like her were often marked by a demonic manifestation.

However, Leanan had his own perspectives on such individuals. Rather than passing judgment, he preferred to offer guidance. "This isn't just about your family, young lady."

Eric swiftly echoed, "That's right. You shouldn't direct your aggression at someone as prominent as Mr. Uselton, Wynter.

"Even major projects rely on his guidance, and you should show him respect. I guess Fabian never bothered teaching you any manners. He's never been the type to care about them anyway."

Wynter arched a brow and gazed at Giles. "Considering the superstitions around here, shouldn't you be inspecting the place?"

Giles' secretary, Lionel Painton, was infuriated by her words. Before he could respond, Leanan let out a soft chuckle. "You're young, stubborn, and ignorant about geomancy. I understand you are confused about…"

"Everything's about science now. I also know a thing or two about fortune-telling. We can talk about that if you're not interested in science, including whatever you mentioned," Wynter interrupted and spread out her hand.

Upon seeing the item in her palm, Leanan furrowed his brows. "Young lady, where did you get that?"

With just a simple test, Wynter figured out that Leanan wasn't the one responsible. Frowning, she closed her palms and answered, "Are you talking about the Spirit Token? I found it in my car and was about to return it to the Malone family."

Leanan instantly whipped his head toward Lenny, whose face drained of color as he trembled. Lenny attempted to leave, but Wynter blocked his path.

"From what Mr. Lofstedt has said, it sounds like you're quite skilled. Care to explain to the reporters why the Malone family would hire someone to place the token in my car?" she asked calmly.

Leanan, who had always despised such evil objects, questioned sternly, "Mr. Malone, who gave you that? Are you trying to murder someone by leaving it in their car?"

Little did Leanan know that Lenny was growing increasingly uneasy at his questioning. Lenny remained silent as his mind was consumed by his family's looming destruction.

Wynter, who had come to find the culprit, suddenly suggested, "Instead of asking Mr. Malone, why don't you ask the young man behind you?"

Medwyn felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden mention, while Leanan turned toward him.

"What's the meaning of this, Medwyn?" Leanan asked.

Though flustered, Medwyn refused to admit his involvement, lest he would be expelled from Mt. Verfait.

Without hesitation, he roared at Wynter, "How dare you slander Mt. Verfait? You, an independent cultivator, must have acquired the Spirit Token yourself! And yet, you accused me! Don't think you can make baseless accusations just because you have the Quinnells' backing!"

In his panic, Medwyn came up with an excuse and turned to Leanan. "Mr. Uselton, I could never craft such an item with my current skills. That woman is slandering me!

"If someone was truly using the token against her, how did she survive? No one can dispel its influence aside from you and the grand masters."

As Leanan saw the logic in Medwyn's defense, he managed to stay composed. Given Wynter's demonic manifestation, he believed she had been attempting to incite unrest.

"For decades, we, at Mt. Verfait, have adhered to strict discipline in our spells and never condoned such underhanded methods. I advise you not to shift the blame onto us, young lady," Leanan refuted with a frown, and his words carried an underlying tone of anger.

Everyone knew that Mr. Verfait was home to a grand master in a purple robe, a figure with immense merits. As such, it was hard to believe that Mt. Verfait's mediums would stoop to such vile deeds.

The onlookers regarded Wynter with knowing looks, yet she seemed unfazed and wore a smirk as though she was amused.

Some experienced entrepreneurs in Colifernia or those who had returned from abroad might not have known Wynter, but the reporters were all too familiar with her reputation.

She would either remain idle or did something that dominated the top searches for days—whether it was sending the heroic spirits to rest or reviving a nostalgic, struggling business. To the reporters, she embodied the ideal of a respectable enterprise.

Given the latest topics, the reporters couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with the Malone family. Moreover, the Quinnells didn't seem the type to plot against others.

Alas, they held no power to speak out in front of the capitalists. And with the presence of both Giles and Leanan, it seemed that Wynter might lose the confrontation.

But Wynter refused to back away. A mocking smirk played on her beautiful face, and she commented, "No wonder they say Mr. Uselton falls short of Mr. Stavius, even if you're both grand masters. I never understood the difference before, but I finally see it now."

Before Leanan could react, Mt. Verfait's disciples burst into anger. "You brat! What right do you have to criticize us?"

Medwyn turned to Giles and said angrily, "Both Mr. Uselton and we are usually understanding, and we're not quick to take offense. But what happened today has been infuriating! We refuse to entertain you any longer, not even if Mr. Quinnell Senior implores us!"

Eric chimed in, berating Wynter for her insolence. Giles also wore a stern expression as he whispered to Lionel, perhaps urging him to tone down the disrespect toward Leanan.

Some seemed to have crawled out from the depths of a well—their featureless face smeared with blood as they combed their disheveled hair. Others writhed on the ground like invertebrate creatures, with their vacant gazes staring off into the distance.

Standing at the center, Wynter fiddled with her purple sugilite pendant, as if she was oblivious to the spirits swirling around. "Having a demonic manifestation is quite advantageous, don't you think, Mr. Uselton?"

Leanan stepped protectively in front of the crowd and glared at her. "What are you planning? Regardless, think about the disgrace you'll bring to the Quinnell family's name!"

Wynter took a piece of cookie from the table and fed it to a young spirit beside her. "I told you—I'm here for revenge."

The young spirit, lingering behind Wynter, had bared its fangs to attack the living. However, it turned docile after receiving the treat. In the next moment, it turned around and snarled at Medwyn, who attempted a sneak attack on Wynter.

Wynter barely acknowledged Medwyn's attempt, though she found amusement in watching the shift of such "righteous" figures. She let out a chuckle. "Is this Mt. Verfait's honorable conduct, Mr. Useless? The fight hasn't even started, and you're already trying to stab me in the back."

The way she changed Leanan's name was filled with obvious derision.

Leanan, too, felt embarrassed and reprimanded Medwyn. "What are you doing? You're embarrassing us!"

"She's no ordinary woman, Mr. Uselton—she's a menace! Some demons must've possessed her! We have to get rid of her!" Medwyn shot back.

Wynter couldn't help but suspect that some spells might turn a person foolish. Perhaps, it was the effect on their nervous system. But did they really think she knew nothing at all?

Raising her hand, Wynter stated, "Go ahead. Before you stands the Malone who harmed you, and behind me is the medium who obstructed your rebirth."

Once Wynter spoke, a female figure began to take shape beside her.

It appeared that the soul had met a miserable death—scars marred her face, and her thighs trickled with blood. However, her injuries seemed to be healing. When she finally lifted her head, the reporters couldn't help gasping in shock.

"It's her! That can't be! Wasn't she dead?"

Even a random celebrity had loyal fans, let alone someone as kind-hearted and hardworking as Sylvia. And, like many others, those celebrities had their own families.

In truth, Wynter knew that Sylvia's family was present at the banquet. Otherwise, she wouldn't have succeeded in summoning Slyvia's soul.

She had orchestrated the events to unfold. Just as she said, everyone deserved a chance at revenge.

Wynter turned her gaze to the silent cameraman and stated, "Your sister has made her appearance. Now it's your turn, Colin. It's not worth personally seeking revenge on Lenny at this banquet. It'll only tarnish your reputation in the army."

"Colin Chenoweth and Sylvia Chenoweth… T-They're siblings! I remember Colin was planning to file for a petition in his uniform back then!" someone exclaimed.

While the other entrepreneurs stood in shock, Lenny tumbled to the ground. In contrast to his earlier confidence, he was stuttering in horror, "D-Don't come any closer…"