The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1905

The person speaking was none other than Wilfred, who had been watching Barnaby all along. Wilfred stepped closer to his hiding spot, and with each deliberate step, the sound of his footsteps seemed to shatter Barnaby's defenses.

Barnaby whispered pleadingly, "Mr. Harrods, forgiveness is a virtuous trait. Can you let me go this once? I'll give you anything you want—money, women, anything at all."

Wilfred sneered. "Those things don't interest me."

He pulled out his phone and dialed Tybalt's number, then handed it to Barnaby. "The chief executive said to call him as soon as we catch you. He wants a word with you."

Barnaby's hands trembled as he took the phone and pressed it to his ear.

Immediately, Tybalt roared, "Barnaby Wildingham! You've been with me for so many years. Back when you were competing for the deputy director position, I didn't expose you even when I suspected you'd done something shady.

"Yet, you've only grown more brazen. Do you think no one can punish you now? Do you still have any respect for me at all?"

Barnaby took a deep breath. "Mr. Bristol, I'll confess to all my crimes. I've let you down." He then handed the phone back to Wilfred. "Let's go, Mr. Harrods."

Wilfred took the phone and said into it, "I shall bring Barnaby back now, Mr. Bristol."

Tybalt replied gravely, "Bring him back and investigate thoroughly. Make sure to leave no crime unaccounted for."

"Yes, sir," Wilfred responded.

After hanging up, Wilfred looked at Barnaby. "Let's go. You've lived lavishly for years. It's time to face justice."

Barnaby only smiled. "Mr. Harrods, there are things you don't understand and will never understand. It's easy to talk big now that you're in this position, but what were you before you got here?"

Wilfred said sternly, "I always served the people even before this position. I wasn't like you—I don't abuse my power. You don't deserve the title of the Havenia Office of National Intelligence's deputy director."

Barnaby shrugged indifferently. "I am aware of your capabilities. But this time, I wasn't brought down by you. It was Ronald and Antoine who got me."

Just then, several other members of the Public Integrity Bureau arrived and immediately handcuffed Barnaby.

The moment the handcuffs clicked shut, it marked the end of Barnaby's reign. All that awaited him now was the judgment of the law.

...

Meanwhile, Wolf changed into a suit in the Chamberlain villa, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation. In the suit, he looked exceptionally mature.

Antoine, standing nearby, couldn't help but nod in approval. "Good, very good. This suit fits Wolf perfectly. It seems my eye for style hasn't faded over the years."

Wolf glanced at himself in the mirror. This was the first time he had ever worn a suit. After turning in a circle to check himself out, he had to admit it looked excellent, practically flawless.

Antoine checked the time and then looked at Wolf and Ingrid. "Are you both ready? We should head out now. It's best to arrive early for this kind of banquet."

Wolf and Ingrid both nodded. Seeing this, Antoine motioned for Deven to bring the car around, then turned to them. "This banquet is hosted by the Maynerd family. Stick close to me when we get there. We don't want to give anyone room for gossip."

"Got it," they replied.

Soon, Deven pulled up in the car. After everyone got in, they drove off toward the hotel address provided by Celestine.

…

Meanwhile, at the Maynerd residence, Wynter tidied up her outfit, tucking her shirt into her slacks. The pure black blazer didn't make her look the least bit stuffy. In fact, her naturally cool demeanor only amplified the commanding CEO presence she now exuded.

Celestine, standing nearby, had initially picked out several evening gowns for her, but Wynter had refused them all. When Celestine saw the outfit Wynter had chosen instead, her eyes lit up.

"Ms. Quinnell, if you were a man, this look alone would have all of Havenia's socialites lining up to marry you. No one would be able to take their eyes off you."

Wynter smiled faintly. "Clothes are about comfort. I'm not one for strict formalities."

Some people possessed a beauty that transcended gender, and Wynter was one of them. Every inch of her exuded an inexplicable charm. Roguishly handsome—that was the perfect way to describe her.

Celestine had assumed that, as a cultivator, Wynter wouldn't know much about fashion. Yet in the end, she didn't need any help at all.

When the two stepped out together, they found Dalton sitting in a chair, sipping tea with Driscoll.

Dalton seemed to sense something and glanced in Wynter's direction, his lips curving into an involuntary smile.

Driscoll, too, was stunned by Wynter's appearance. After all, he had never seen such a strikingly handsome woman in all of Havenia.

He tore his gaze away and turned to Dalton. "Mr. Yarwood, your fiancée—no, your cultivation partner is quite remarkable."

Dalton took a sip of tea. "Naturally. She's one of a kind. There's no one else like her in this world."

As they spoke, Wynter and Celestine approached.

Celestine looked at Driscoll. "Driscoll, it's getting late. We should head over now so we can greet our guests when they arrive."

Driscoll nodded. "Let's go. The cars are ready, so we can leave now."

Two cars were prepared. Driscoll and Celestine took one, while Dalton and Wynter took the other.

The moment they got in, Dalton's gaze instinctively drifted toward her. He lowered his voice. "You chose this outfit on purpose, didn't you?"

Because of the chauffeur, they kept their voices hushed.

Wynter leaned closer. "Yes. This is the only outfit that carries my energy. If Wolf is within a few miles of me, he'll be able to track this scent."

Before long, the car pulled up smoothly in front of the Dominion Grand Hotel in Havenia.

Celestine had already made arrangements for the hotel to be fully reserved for the evening. The entrance was now devoid of any other vehicles, and everything inside had been meticulously prepared.

The hotel manager, seeing the cars pull up, hurried outside to greet them. "Mr. and Mrs. Maynerd, welcome to the Dominion Grand."

Driscoll nodded. "Let's head inside first."

After inspecting the hotel's arrangements to ensure everything was in order, Celestine turned to Wynter. "Ms. Quinnell, the guests will be arriving soon. Would you prefer to stay in the main hall or have a private room?"

Wynter considered for a moment. "The main hall is fine."

Celestine immediately motioned for someone to prepare two seats of honor, but Wynter stopped her. "There's no need for that. Regular seating is fine. The seats of honor would draw too much attention."

Celestine sighed softly. "Alright, as you wish."

No sooner had she spoken than another car pulled up at the entrance, and the hotel manager rushed out to greet the new arrival.

When the manager led the guest inside, Driscoll recognized him. "Mr. Kenelm, thank you for coming."

But after taking a few steps, they noticed something strange. There was no sound of impact behind them. When they turned back, they saw that the lightning hadn't struck Antoine as expected. There wasn't even a scorch mark on the ground.

Antoine had vanished.

The lead cultivator frowned and looked around as he asked, "Who's there? Show yourself."

The moment he spoke, a figure in a tailored suit stepped out from the side—it was Wolf.

At the instant the lightning struck, Wolf had pulled Antoine away and knocked him unconscious with a precise strike to the neck. Only after ensuring his safety did Wolf reveal himself.

The cultivator furrowed his brows. "Weren't you that kid in the car earlier? Why aren't you unconscious?"

Wolf smiled faintly. "Maybe it's because your technique isn't all that impressive."

The cultivator's gaze sharpened. An ordinary person wouldn't have been able to shake off his Silent Tap so quickly.

"Who are you?" His voice now carried a trace of wariness.

Wolf lifted his head slightly to study the group of cultivators. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you're in trouble now."

The lead cultivator's expression shifted at Wolf's words. Without hesitation, he swiftly formed hand gestures and began chanting under his breath. Suddenly, the ground trembled faintly as a horde of malevolent spirits surged from all directions.

Wolf watched the scene unfold, a faint trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

As the malevolent spirits closed in on Wolf, they instantly dissipated, leaving only wisps of black mist drifting away into the distance. It was as if Wolf were an untouchable divine being.

The cultivator shuddered at the sight. This was one of his deadliest techniques. Even opponents of equal strength would be entangled by the spirits for some time. Yet, Wolf had effortlessly vaporized them without even lifting a finger.

His voice turned grave as he addressed his fellow cultivators, "Join me in building the formation. This kid is not normal."

The others responded in unison, "Alright!"

Instantly, they scattered into different positions, each holding a talisman. In unison, they flung them upward. Moments later, an enormous blood talisman unfurled, expanding rapidly to envelop Wolf in an inescapable circle.

Wolf merely glanced up before looking away. The blood talisman surged toward him at terrifying speed, wrapping around his entire body and immobilizing him.

Seeing this, the lead cultivator finally exhaled in relief. "We'd truly be worthless if even the blood talisman couldn't suppress you."

He then drew out a thunder talisman. "Die. Soon, Antoine will join you in the afterlife."

The sky rumbled ominously. It was obvious this talisman carried even greater power than the last.

Wolf closed his eyes. A faint energy slowly emanated from his body, and in an instant, the blood talisman shattered into fragments. The thunder never even had the chance to descend.

Wolf fixed them with a cold stare. "Enough playing around. It's my turn now."

The cultivators paled, as if they'd seen a ghost, before turning and bolting. This was their own barrier, and if they could escape, they might still be able to trap him.

But Wolf was faster. In a flash, he appeared before them, turning slowly to look at them. "You're not going anywhere."

The moment he spoke, Wolf lunged at them.

Spells and techniques? Before Wolf, none of it mattered. Sheer force crushed all methods.