The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1936

Wynter stared straight at the doctor, making him feel as if he were trapped in an ice cellar, unable to escape.

Wynter quickly sat up and knocked the doctor unconscious with a swift chop. The other doctors didn't stand a chance, either.

She turned to the operating table where Dalton lay. "Wake up."

Just as she was about to head out, she noticed Dalton showed no signs of waking. With a small sigh, she muttered, "It looks like he really did get drugged."

Wynter flicked her wrist and pulled out a silver needle. She moved closer, ready to stab him awake, when suddenly, his lips curled into a faint smile. He sat up and wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her close.

Dalton murmured, "Thank you, Mrs. Yarwood."

Warm breath brushed against Wynter's ear, making her shiver. "I knew you wouldn't fall for something as simple as knockout incense. We still have to get out there and handle them."

She took a step forward, but Dalton grabbed her hand. "Leave it to Wolf. He'll take care of it."

Wynter raised a brow. "Sure, he can handle it, but we'll have a whole other mess on our hands if he accidentally kills someone important. Come with me."

The two walked out, one after the other, only to find a pile of people sprawled at the entrance. A few who saw the scene immediately turned and ran.

Wolf grinned when he saw Wynter. "Boss, all done!"

Freddy, clearly shaken, stared at Wynter. "You... You knew I was targeting you?"

Wynter gave a slight nod. "How else could I've played along so well with your little act if I didn't know, Mr. Artie?"

Freddy gritted her teeth. "Did you join Stellar Corporation just for this moment? But I went to the mainland to investigate you! I even gave you the Willbinder Potion and knockout incense! How are you completely unaffected?"

Wynter's lips curled with disdain. "Your tricks? Please, even a three-year-old wouldn't fall for them."

At her words, Freddy suddenly pulled a gun from his waist. "Nobody moves! I'll shoot whoever moves!"

Wynter's gaze darkened. "It seems like your foreign friends really treat you well. They even got you a weapon."

Freddy chuckled. "Of course, I work for them. They gave me a little insurance. Everyone, stay still. I'm driving out of here."

Wynter toyed with her silver needle. "Did I ever say you could leave?"

As she spoke, the silver needle pierced Freddy's wrist in an instant. A sharp pain shot through her arm, and the gun clattered to the ground.

Wolf saw the scene and quickly ran over, grabbing Freddy by the collar with one hand and lifting him up. "Boss, I got him."

Wynter gave a slight nod, then turned to Freddy. "If you've got any other tricks up your sleeve, now's the time to use them all. If you can get out of here, I'll admit I am useless."

Freddy's eyes flickered with fear. "What do you want? If it's money, I can give you as much as you want. Just let me go."

Wynter pulled a chair over and sat down calmly. "Money? I'm not interested in that. I just have a few questions. Answer them honestly."

Freddy lowered his head. "Ask ahead…"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bullet whizzed toward Wynter from behind. She instantly sensed something was off and tilted her head to the right.

The bullet hit the wall. Freddy jolted in terror and immediately ducked to the ground.

"Hiding behind others and pulling dirty tricks from the shadows." Wynter's voice was icy. "Wolf, bring that person here."

Without a word, Wolf darted off at incredible speed. The attacker fired wildly, but Wolf dodged each bullet with ease. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of the shooter. With a single punch, the man collapsed to the ground.

Wolf grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him back. Moments later, he dumped him in front of Wynter.

Her eyes narrowed. "Someone from beyond the border…"

The man let out a cold laugh. "It's good that you know. You can't afford to mess with us."

Wynter stepped on his chest with her foot. "Are you trying to threaten me?"

Then, she looked toward the crouching Freddy. "Mr. Artie, what's this man's name?"

Freddy trembled. "H-He's Rosenth Zachburg. He's the one who gave me the tasks."

Wynter's lips curled. "Rosenth? It sounds just like a mutt's name."

Rosenth gritted his teeth. "You—"

Wynter's gaze sharpened. "Who gave you permission to speak? Say one more word, and I'll take a finger."

Rosenth glared at her coldly but said nothing more.

Wynter continued, "Mr. Artie, tell me exactly what he had you do."

Freddy obeyed immediately. "He told me to set up a company to recruit people. We'd decide who stays based on each person's organ quality. If a client needed someone, we'd make the employee disappear."

Wynter looked down. "Is that all?"

He quickly added, "And… and the gambling company. He told me to set that up, too."

Wynter nodded slightly. "Were you responsible for stirring up the unrest in Havenia as well?"

Freddy hesitated, then said, "Yes, but I was only in charge of stirring up things at the schools. He handled the rest of them."

Wynter turned her gaze to Rosenth. "You get one chance. I ask, you answer. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, then there will be no reason for your existence."

Rosenth sneered coldly. "Ask."

A faint smile played on Wynter's lips. "Which foreign power is behind this?"

Rosenth let out a cold laugh. "Do you really think I'd tell you that? Let me be clear—you are no match for them!"

Wynter didn't waste words. She signaled Wolf, who brought over a large bucket of water. Without hesitation, she shoved Rosenth's head into it. "Speak."

Rosenth choked and coughed violently but said nothing. Wynter pushed him under again. After a while, she yanked him back up. "I don't have that much patience. This is your last chance."

Despite the suffocating sensation, Rosenth clenched his jaw and remained silent.

Wynter chuckled. "Tough one, huh? I like that. Let's see how long you last."

Rosenth scoffed mockingly. "Is this all you've got? I'll remember your face. Once I'm out of Havenia, I'll make sure you beg for death."

"The last person who said something like that… Well, the weeds on his grave are already a few inches high." Wynter sighed, as if disappointed. "Wolf, take him out. Play with him a little."

Wolf nodded eagerly. "Leave it to me, Boss!" He grabbed Rosenth with one hand and dragged him away.

Only Freddy remained on the ground. Wynter glanced sideways at him. "Mr. Artie, what you've done is enough to get you executed 800 times over.

"Let's hope you're smart enough not to withhold any information. If I find out you're hiding something, Wolf's going to play with you, too."

Screams echoed faintly from outside, making Freddy tremble. "I've already told you everything I know. They only used me as a public pawn. I only ever had contact with Rosenth.

"I… I just remembered a phone call I overheard. He said something about 'stirring up a storm in Havenia' and 'finding the sacred item.' I don't know who he was talking to."

She turned around. "Perfect timing. Take these people out of here and make sure they get a proper meal."

"Yes, Boss."

Freddy immediately dropped to his knees. "I've been cooperating with you this whole time. Please… have mercy."

Wynter cast him a sideways glance. "Mercy? Do you even know what happened to the people you brought here? If I ended up like them, broken and discarded, would you be on your knees begging me right now?

"Did you care when they begged you for mercy? You had no humanity while committing evil, yet you don't want any accountability now that you've been caught. Unfortunately for you, it's too late to regret now."

Her voice turned icy. "Take Mr. Artie and Mr. Paige away."

She looked down at Rosenth. "I know you won't talk now, but that's fine. Once we reach the interrogation room, you'll learn that staying alive is the real privilege."

Rosenth took a deep breath and looked up at Wynter. "Threats won't work. I'll never reveal their names even if you kill me."

Just as he finished speaking, his phone buzzed. Wynter snatched it from him.

It was a text message. "Mr. Zachburg, everything is ready. We'll begin tomorrow."

Wynter looked at him. "What kind of operation is this?"

Rosenth sneered. "Obviously, the mission to save Havenia."

Wynter waved a hand. "Take him to the interrogation room."

"On it, Boss." Two men hauled Rosenth away.

Wynter closed her eyes, recalling what Alois had said. The schools were just one part of the emotional manipulation. In today's digital age, they were surely going to use public opinion to stir chaos and achieve their goal.

At the thought, Wynter immediately opened Havenia's forum. Sure enough, all the trending topics had been replaced with headlines about the mainland.

"Organ Trafficking Rampant in a Mainland City, Officials Turning a Blind Eye."

"Photos of Dilapidated, Crumbling Infrastructure in the Mainland."

Wynter frowned and clicked on one. It was a long post by someone claiming to be a victim who had narrowly escaped being trafficked. As for the "dilapidated" photos, Wynter recognized them as stolen from entirely unrelated places.

"What's wrong?" Dalton noticed the change in her expression.

Wynter turned the screen toward him. "All of this made the trending list in just a short time. There are even articles claiming that the mainland's gambling sites are poisoning Havenia, or that the organ trafficking black market is infiltrating here… All of it is just slandering the mainland.

"And the worst part is that people here in Havenia believe it. They're flooding the comment sections, calling to expel everyone from the mainland…"

Dalton quickly scanned the posts, his expression turning grim. "These trending topics are all false. Are Havenia's authorities not doing anything about it?"

Wynter's gaze darkened. "They might be pretending not to see them. Public opinion is terrifying. When so many people are pushing one narrative, it becomes dangerous to go against it.

"Their plan is to weaponize public opinion, to have the people themselves spread the lies and fuel the fire. That way, Havenia's people will see the mainland as the enemy."

Dalton looked to the side. "They're using paid bots and doctored images, amplifying the bad and conveniently praising foreign countries."

Wynter nodded. "Exactly. All they need is a few hired trolls to stir up the narrative. That way, they won't even need to use a single soldier."

Dalton raised his pale hand. "Are people in Havenia really that gullible? The lies are full of gaps—why are they still buying into it?"

Wynter arched her brow. "Because they already held resentment toward the mainland. These slanderous posts just confirm what they want to believe. We have to stop this before it escalates. If Havenia descends into chaos, the consequences will be unimaginable."