The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1932

Wynter, along with Dalton and Wolf, walked along the street and eventually arrived at a university in Havenia.

Wynter looked up, her expression relaxed. "Let's walk around the campus for a bit. It feels like I can breathe easier here."

Dalton spoke softly, "Are you missing your schooling days?"

Wynter nodded slightly. "A little. Back then, there was nothing to worry about. Just classes, meals, and rest. There was nothing to think too hard about. It was nice.

"Everyone has that one same flaw. We can't wait to grow up and join the real world to make a living when we're young. But once we actually start growing up, we realize that the older we get, the lonelier it feels.

"As kids, we were carefree, and when we grew up, we started longing for those days again."

Dalton raised his wrist and quickly took her hand. "You're not alone. I'm here."

Wynter looked at him, then glanced down at their intertwined fingers. "We're on a campus—you might corrupt the youth."

As they chatted, several students passed by, walking and talking.

"We'd better hurry. Once Professor Fritz's lecture starts, there won't be any seats left."

"Relax, someone has already saved seats for us."

"Then there's no need to rush. Professor Fritz's lectures are seriously hard to get into. I feel like it's much harder than getting concert tickets."

Hearing this, Wynter asked, "Excuse me, where is Professor Fritz's class being held?"

One of the students turned to look at her. "You don't know? Then come with us—we've got saved seats."

Wynter smiled politely. "Alright. Thanks."

The student led the way, and Dalton and Wolf flanked Wynter on either side—her left hand held by Dalton, her right by Wolf.

After a few twists and turns, they arrived at a lecture hall with tiered seating.

The student pointed toward the back. "We saved some seats back there. Let's go together."

Wynter responded with a quiet hum, and once they found the spot, everyone sat down.

Wynter had just been about to ask what kind of person this Professor Fritz was when a sudden stir broke out at the front of the room.

She followed the direction of the commotion and saw a man in his 30s walking into the lecture hall. A faint, elusive smile played at the corners of his lips. He wore a deep navy-blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving him an appearance that was both professional and approachable.

He walked to the podium and greeted, "Good day, students."

His voice was gentle yet alluring, immediately capturing the attention of over 100 students in the room.

"Good day, Professor Fritz," the students responded in unison. Several girls in the front row had admiration sparking in their eyes.

Alois Fritz swept his gaze around the lecture hall, his eyes briefly pausing on a few familiar faces before drawing back.

"Last week, we covered the foundations of theoretical frameworks," he said, flipping open his textbook. "Today, we'll be talking about how these theories play out in reality—or rather, how they fail."

He paused deliberately. A few students looked up, a flicker of curiosity in their eyes.

"Please turn to page 50 in your textbooks and take a look at this case study." He operated the computer, and a projector displayed a series of data charts. "This shows a comparison between economic growth and the society equity index over the past five years."

The sound of pages turning and whispers filled the lecture hall.

The student sitting beside Wynter noticed she didn't have a textbook and offered hers. "Here, you can use mine. I'll share it with my friend."

"Thank you," Wynter replied softly.

She placed the textbook between herself and Dalton. As for Wolf, he was already slumped over the desk, fast asleep.

Alois asked in a lighthearted tone, "So, does anyone have any observations?"

After a moment, a girl timidly raised her hand. "It seems that the economic growth and the society equity index didn't rise in sync."

"Very good. That's a good observation." Alois nodded in approval, then his tone shifted.

"But why is that?" He looked around. "All of you here are top students, the future pillars. Shouldn't we be asking—why, in a wealthier society, is the wealth gap growing?"

The room fell silent.

Alois knew then that he had successfully transformed an academic question into an emotional fuse.

Wynter leaned in close to Dalton's ear and whispered, "Something's off about this Professor Fritz. He does seem to be solving academic problems, but at the same time, he's subtly steering students' emotions. It feels like he's trying to gaslight and manipulate people."

Dalton replied softly, "Yeah, it kind of feels that way. He has taught this lecture many times, so returning students would be familiar with him. But earlier, when he paused mid-sentence, his eyes landed on a few specific people."

Wynter nodded. "I saw that, too. That's what made me suspicious."

Just as the two of them were whispering to each other, a male student suddenly stood up and shouted, "Because of corruption!"

His voice was passionate and trembling, echoing through the entire lecture hall.

"Those people who only care about profit don't give a damn about ordinary lives. In their eyes, they're superior beings! Everyone else is just ants beneath their feet!"

Alois was inwardly pleased but kept a thoughtful expression on the surface. "That's a... compelling point. Would you mind elaborating?"

The student seemed encouraged by this and spoke with even more conviction. "My father worked for a corporation for over ten years. Last year, he reported his superior for embezzlement.

"Instead of justice, he was demoted and had his salary slashed. This year, they fired him. Meanwhile, those real parasites are still walking free! What kind of fairness is that?"

The room erupted into murmurs and discussion.

"Professor Fritz, my father saw a man on the bus last month standing behind a girl and secretly filming her with his phone. My dad caught him on the spot, but afterward, that guy walked away scot-free!

"Instead, he accused my father of slander and made him pay damages. He even whispered in my father's ear that nosy ants should stay out of people's business. Where's the justice in all this?"

"Only my mom and I remain in our family now. My dad got involved in underground gambling and lost everything. To keep us from suffering with him, he jumped off a building.

"When the police came, they said it was a simple suicide case. We were left without money and him. I asked when they'd catch the people behind it, but all they said was 'we'll do our best,' but nothing has happened yet."

"My brother got a job at a company last month. Not long after, they told us he resigned and disappeared. I didn't believe them. He told me he loved working there, so there's no way he'd just quit.

"But the company showed us the resignation letter. The handwriting experts even said the signature matched.

"We haven't seen him since. It's like he vanished into thin air. Aren't regular people human, too? How can there be no clue when someone has gone missing this long?"

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