The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1920

At this moment, the SUV had come to a stop. Wynter and Francis got out of the car while the driver drove off to the underground garage.

Wynter glanced up at the residential complex. The location was decent, but the complex itself was a bit old.

Francis looked at Wynter and said solemnly, "Ms. Quinnell, please follow me."

Wynter nodded in response, and the two walked toward the elevator, which took them straight up to his apartment.

As soon as Francis opened the door, they heard a loud voice shouting from inside. "Hurry up and give me my phone! I need to win my money back!"

The voice came from a room, though the person wasn't visible.

Francis paused. "Ms. Quinnell, I've locked my son in his room."

Wynter lifted her gaze slightly. "Let me see his phone."

Francis nodded firmly and turned to Dinah. "Bring Elio's phone over for Ms. Quinnell to check."

A moment later, Elio's phone was handed to Wynter. She first skimmed through the chat history on Discord, her lips curling into a faint smile. She couldn't help but wonder how he had fallen for such an obvious scam.

Next, she opened the browser and checked the search history. Selecting the most recent URL, she clicked in, and the screen transitioned to a gambling site's lobby, featuring all sorts of betting options.

Wynter could create as many websites like this as she wanted, and they'd be far better than this one. The current page could only be described in one word—inferior.

She tapped the phone a few times and saw that all its permissions had been compromised by the website. It seemed this gambling site had a hidden virus and some minor tricks up its sleeve.

Francis asked softly, "Ms. Quinnell, have you figured anything out?"

Wynter nodded. "I have, but explaining it to you would be complicated." She then turned her head slightly. "Open the door. I'll talk to him for a bit."

Hearing this, Francis hesitated. "My son is emotionally unstable right now. I'm afraid he might act out and accidentally hurt you."

Wynter's sharp eyes flashed with confidence. "He's not capable of that."

"Alright." With that, Francis picked up the nearby key and unlocked the door to Elio's room.

The moment the door opened, Elio lunged out, his bloodshot eyes reflecting his frenzied state.

Wynter extended a finger and lightly tapped his body. The force of his charge dissipated instantly, as if pushed back by an invisible barrier.

Realizing he couldn't move, Elio immediately cried out, "Dad! Mom! Please, just return my phone! I'll be set for life if I can just win this time!"

Before Francis could respond, Wynter said softly, "You want to make money from gambling? I suggest you visit a neurologist first and see if there's something wrong with your brain."

Elio glared at her. "Who the hell are you? Mind your own business!"

Wynter's gaze darkened. "Your father asked me to save you."

Francis stepped past Wynter and slapped Elio across the face. "I invited Ms. Quinnell here. Is that how you speak to her?"

Elio gritted his teeth. "I don't need anyone's help! This woman's obviously just some mainland bitch! I know what I'm doing! Just give me my damn phone!"

"Mainland bitch?" Wynter turned to Francis. "You two step out. I'll talk to him alone."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wynter swiftly stepped into the room and locked the door behind her.

With a light tap of her toes, she closed the distance to Elio in an instant, gripping his chin with her hand, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Say it again."

Elio met her eyes defiantly. "I said, you're just a mainland—"

Before he could finish, Wynter slapped him across the face, then flicked out a silver needle and drove it into his body. "You don't know when to quit, do you?"

Pain exploded through his entire being, and Elio let out a bloodcurdling scream. "W-What did you do to me?"

Wynter glanced at him dismissively. "Didn't you want to die? Now you can experience what it feels like."

Elio was terrified. "N-No! I don't want to die!"

"If your father hadn't personally come to beg me to save you, I wouldn't have bothered." Wynter paused, her voice icy. "Trash like you isn't worth my time."

Elio was in so much agony that he could barely make a sound. His face twisted in torment, as if he were already on the brink of death.

Seeing this, Wynter raised a finger, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "I'm merely satisfying your desire to die. But rest assured, even if you do, I'll just bring you back."

Wynter had countless methods at her disposal if she truly wanted to torture someone, but she found it beneath her.

A silver needle could heal or kill—when saving lives, she would sterilize and reuse it. But for a brainless fool like this? She couldn't be bothered to dirty her hands. Wynter figured having him suffer was enough.

Gritting through the pain, Elio gasped, "You... You're a demon."

Wynter smirked. "You're correct, but there's no prize for guessing right."

Outside the room, Francis' heart tightened with worry as he listened to Elio's screams.

After a while, the sounds stopped. The door creaked open, and Wynter strode out, her posture rigid.

Francis saw Elio lying motionless on the floor. "Ms. Quinnell, my son—"

Without turning back, Wynter walked straight to the entrance, leaving only a cold remark behind. "It would be a waste of my time to save trash like him."

And with that, she was gone.

Seeing this, Francis had no choice but to return to the room to check on Elio, who was still lying on the floor. No matter how much he scolded or disciplined him, Elio was still his own flesh and blood.

After Wynter left, Elio suddenly snapped his eyes open, gasping for air. "That—That woman is a demon!"

Francis helped him onto the bed and had Dinah watch over him before stepping out to call Delmar.

When the call connected, Francis spoke with clear dissatisfaction. "Mr. Humphry, I invited the person you referred me to into my home, and she ended up scaring my son half to death before walking out without helping at all.

"You could've just said no if you didn't want to repay that favor. There's no need for this roundabout nonsense."

Delmar paused before responding, "What exactly happened?"

Francis said grimly, "My son just said a few words to her, and she lashed out at him. Before leaving, she even insulted him, saying she wouldn't save 'trash like him.' How the hell is my son trash?"

Delmar's tone turned icy. "First, the debt is repaid. You just failed to make the most of it. Second, your son is, honestly, useless. Don't raise your voice at me. From now on, we're even."

With that, he hung up sharply. Delmar didn't need details to guess what kind of garbage Elio must have spewed to provoke Wynter's anger.

With that in mind, he immediately called Wynter. After all, he had asked for her help, only for her to be disrespected in return.

"Mrs. Yarwood, my apologies," Delmar said quickly once the call connected.

Wynter chuckled lightly. "Mr. Delmar, this isn't on you."

Delmar's voice was firm. "I still owe you an apology. You probably already guessed the issue at hand. I could've handled the favor myself if it were a routine matter, but..."

"Oh? Interesting." Hugh glanced back. "Delmar's your friend? A nobody like you wouldn't even get to sit at the same table as him. Sure, Delmar's got clout in Havenia—we know his name. But you? There's no way he'd know you."

With that, they left, dragging Elio with them.

Dinah sobbed. "They took Elio! What do we do?"

Francis clenched his fists. "I'll figure something out. If we have to, we'll sell the house to pay them back."

Soon, Elio was dragged into the car by the men.

As the vehicle started and drove off into the distance, Hugh spoke in a low voice. "Elio, don't make this harder for us. Just pay us the money, and we won't give you any trouble."

Elio shook his head. "I don't have a cent left. Can't you give me a few more days? I swear I'll find a way to get the money by then."

Hugh chuckled lightly. "You want us to give you time? You've got to understand our position, too. Our boss gave us a job—we can't just ignore it."

Elio lowered his head. "But my family really can't scrape together that much right now."

"Fine, then." Hugh sighed. "I guess we'll have to teach you a lesson. There's a blood donation center up ahead. Pull over."

The driver nodded, steering the car to the side of the road.

"Come on, Elio. Let's show you the joy of donating blood." With that, two underlings hauled Elio out and marched him into the center.

"Nurse, draw 27 fluid ounces from him," Hugh said casually.

The nurse hesitated. "That much could cause dizziness or fainting. We recommend doing it gradually, not all at once."

Hugh smiled. "My buddy's got plenty to spare. Just do it—he'll be fine."

The nurse frowned. "Donation here is voluntary. If you're forcing him, we can't proceed safely."

Elio shook his head frantically. "I don't want to! I'm not donating!"

Hugh smirked. "No? We still have plenty of other ways than. Let's see how long you last."

With that, he motioned for his men to drag Elio back to the car.

But as soon as they stepped outside, another vehicle blocked their path. Francis jumped out and rushed to their window, pounding on it.

Hugh rolled it down. "Old man, you're persistent."

Francis begged, "Please, just let my son go. I'll find a way to get the money—just give us a few days. Please."

Hugh scoffed. "Words are cheap. What if you run off in those few days? Who do we go after then?"

Francis gritted his teeth and pulled out a property deed. "This is for an apartment I own in the western suburbs. It's worth around a million now. I'll use it as collateral. I swear I'll pay you back once I've gathered the money."

Hugh raised an eyebrow. "Well, since you're being so reasonable, I'll give you some time. I'll take the deed. You can take him, but you've only got three days. After that, I'm coming for the cash."

Francis nodded hurriedly, helping Elio out of the car and into his own.

One of the underlings asked in confusion, "Boss, are we really just letting him go?"

Hugh smirked. "He's no use to us. That whole act was just to scare him. When people are desperate, they'll find a way."

With a wave of his hand, he added, "Let's go back to report the situation."