The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1899

The chauffeur dropped Antoine off in front of what appeared to be a normal residence, though the armed guards stationed at every corner painted a different story. Having been informed of his arrival earlier, Antoine was allowed straight inside.

He made his way to a room and knocked on the door. A deep, calm voice from within permitted his entry.

Antoine pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was modestly furnished, with the pleasant aroma of sandalwood lingering in the air.

An elderly man sat at the desk, busy sorting through paperwork. Upon noticing Antoine's arrival, he set the documents aside and approached. "Hello there, Antoine."

"Sorry to bother you so late, Ronald." Antoine greeted back with a smile.

Ronald gave a dismissive wave and handed Antoine a cup of tea. "Save the formalities for someone else. We've known each other too long, after all. Anyway, you mentioned you have evidence of Curtis' crimes. Where is it?"

Without hesitation, Antoine whipped out the USB from his pocket. "This contains the evidence. You were suspicious about that incident but couldn't find any proof—well, now you do."

Ronald took the USB and plugged it into his computer. He opened the video file, which clearly captured both the audio and footage of Curtis hiring Lorcan for an assassination.

When the video ended, Ronald turned to Antoine with a frown. "I'm afraid this won't be enough. Curtis could've argued that the video was edited. We need a witness."

Antoine gave a confident nod. "Don't worry, we've got them."

Ronald smiled at the response. "You're as reliable as always. It's just a shame the mother and son lost their lives for nothing."

"Indeed. Two innocent lives taken, just like that. Curtis is nothing but a monster." Antoine sighed.

Ronald gave a comforting pat on his shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry. Leave this to me."

"Very well. There's something else I need to take care of tonight, so I'll leave you to your work," Antoine said, preparing to leave. Ronald offered him no reason to stay and walked him to the door.

Once Antoine was back in his car, the smile on his face faded. He had noticed that Ronald hadn't been his usual self. In the past, Ronald would've pressed harder at the slightest hint of evidence. Yet, he acted differently throughout their conversation.

In the first place, it was his unwavering trust in Ronald that compelled Antoine to rush over with the evidence.

Meanwhile, as Antoine's car drove away, Ronald's eyes darkened. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Once the line was connected, he spoke with unmistakable respect. "Sorry to bother you this late, sir."

"What's the matter?" a deep voice asked from the other end.

"It's about your son-in-law, sir," Ronald continued.

There was a brief pause before the voice asked, "What's up with Curtis?"

Ronald explained, "Do you remember the gas poisoning incident a few years back? The case was closed as an accident, but Mr. Antoine Chamberlain just handed me evidence proving otherwise.

"There's a video perfectly showing Curtis hiring someone to murder the victims—his wife and son. Though they weren't married, they were husband and wife in all but name."

The voice sounded surprised by the revelation. "Alright, I get it. Come over to my place. We need to talk in person."

"Understood. I'll head over right away," Ronald replied.

After ending the call, Barnaby Wildingham made another call to his son-in-law, Curtis. "Where are you?"

Though Curtis was taken aback by the sudden call, he answered promptly, "I'm currently at home. What's wrong, sir?"

"Get your ass over here now! Someone found out what idiotic things you've done," Barbaby bellowed.

Curtis shuddered at the news and quickly replied, "I'm on my way!"

…

As dawn broke, Curtis and Ronald arrived at a residence. Ahead of them, a man clad in a business casual jacket stood by the window. He turned back to Curtis and ordered, "Watch the video on the computer."

Curtis nodded and moved to the screen. With each passing second, his discomfort grew. He never imagined this video would one day fall into Barnaby's hands.

Dropping to his knees, Curtis pleaded, "I'm sorry, sir. I know I messed up. I promise there won't be a next time."

Barnaby shot him a glare. "And you call yourself the deputy mayor? You can't even handle your own mess!"

At that moment, Ronald stepped beside Barnaby and tried to defuse the tension. "Please cease your anger, sir. Right now, we need to keep this under wraps. If word gets out, Curtis could end up in jail, and you won't come out clean, either."

Barnaby narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you propose?"

Leaning in, Ronald suggested, "I say we go after the Chamberlain Group first, then silence those who know about this matter. Antoine said he has witnesses."

He paused and turned to Curtis. "Who else knows about this?"

"Freddie Wendell and Lorcan Farrell. Freddie's under my control, but Antoine has Lorcan. I did hire someone to silence him, however," Curtis answered fearfully.

Barnaby's glare sharpened. "Did you? If Lorcan was truly dead, then why would Antoine claim to have witnesses? If it weren't for my daughter, you'd be finished by now!"

Ronald quickly intervened, "Please calm down. Let me call Antoine and have Lorcan brought here."

With Barnaby's approval, Ronald dialed Antoine and instructed, "I've got everything ready to report Curtis' crime. You can send the witness over."

Antoine agreed swiftly, "Understood. I'll have someone bring him over. I'm sorry for all the trouble, Ronald."

"Don't be. I'm just doing my job," Ronald replied with a chuckle and ended the call.

Only then did Barnaby's scowl soften. "If my daughter wasn't head over heels for you, Curtis, do you really think you'd have gotten this far? From now on, you'd better spill whatever you're hiding. You won't be so lucky next time."

After delivering his warning, Barnaby turned and walked away.

…

On the other hand, Antoine couldn't help feeling doubtful. Although he had agreed to send Lorcan over, the decision seemed hurried—he had barely left Ronald's place when he got the call. He was now starting to regret giving Ronald the USB.

Noticing Antoine's solemn expression, Wolf asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Antoine?"

"I feel like there's more going on than we realize. I shouldn't have handed him the USB so soon." Antoine sighed heavily.

Tilting his head, Wolf pulled another USB from his pocket. "Are you talking about this?"

Seeing that, Antoine was taken aback. "Huh? How do you have that? I remember the footage on the other USB was the same as before when I sent it over."

Wolf flashed a cheeky grin. "That's real, too, though it's merely a copy. My boss always said that we can't trust anyone, so I made a backup. It looks like that was a smart move."

Gripping the USB, Antoine gazed at Wolf with deep admiration. He had never realized that Wolf had made a backup. "Well done, Wolf. You said we can't trust anyone—that was a wake-up call."

People changed, and it never hurt to be cautious. With that in mind, Antoine pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Two young men stood watch by the entrance, determined to block Antoine's entry at any cost. As they looked around, they suddenly spotted an SUV bearing the license plate that fit the description.

One of the young men, Bobby Doyle, charged into the road without hesitation. Alarmed, Deven hurriedly slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt. As Antoine and Wolf had their seat belts on, they remained unscathed.

The other young man, Ricky Gunnar, quickly placed a call to report the situation before moving toward the road.

The angry chauffeur rolled down his window and chided, "Where the hell are you going? Can't you see there's a car right in front of you?"

Bobby collapsed onto the ground, seemingly in pain. "Ouch, that hurts so much! You weren't paying attention! Why are you blaming me instead?"

Deven was stupefied. "I didn't even touch you."

"You say that, but I feel like my bones are scattered!" Bobby groaned.

Flustered, Deven glanced back at Antoine, who rolled down his window.

"If you truly believe you're hurt, let's call the police and ambulance. We'll cover your hospital bills and take responsibility for any charges brought against us," Antoine said calmly.

But Bobby was relentless. "You talk big, but never deliver!"

Antoine's eyes sharpened. He knew Bobby was just stalling, but the car couldn't proceed with him blocking the way.

Antoine stepped out of the car, followed by Wolf and Deven. He gazed at Bobby and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"I can't go to work like this, not after you hit me. I'll take two thousand dollars as compensation," Bobby said, feigning injury.

"Fine. I've already contacted the police. They'll take you to the hospital for an examination. I'll accept responsibility for any charges, but I have urgent matters to attend to. My chauffeur would accompany you," Antoine replied stoically and turned to leave.

Seeing that, Ricky hurried over, fuming. "What's that supposed to mean? You're walking away after hitting someone? What can a chauffeur even do?"

Antoine paid Ricky no mind as he silently strode forward.

Watching Antoine leave, Ricky became more anxious. If Antoine made it inside the Public Integrity Bureau, their entire plan would collapse.

Without thinking further, Ricky lunged toward Antoine with a sharp blade in his hands. Wolf, as if expecting the attack, delivered a sharp backward kick without looking. In an instant, Ricky was sent flying and crashed onto the road beside Bobby.

Deven hurriedly moved to restrain the two young men on the ground, as Antoine continued on his way.

Yet, at that very moment, the path forward was cut off by a crowd, with Curtis leading the charge.

"If I hadn't stationed someone at the door, you would've gotten into the building." Curtis scoffed disdainfully.

Antoine shook his head in dismay. "What you've done is unforgivable. I'm definitely going in today. I'll bring you to justice—the same goes for Ronald and your father-in-law."

Curtis broke into laughter as he waved his hand. "Do you think you'll succeed? Get them! Tie them up and take them away!"

At Curtis' command, a group of burly men lunged at Antoine. Yet, Antoine stayed composed, seemingly rather confident. A glance at Wolf seemed to fuel that assurance even more.

"One, two, three, four, five. It's not enough," Wolf mumbled, counting his fingers.

A burly man laughed cockily. "Does a brat like you think you can fight back? That's only—"

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly thrown to the back at lightning speed. No one saw what exactly had happened.