The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1947

Wynter stood up and slammed her hands on the desk. "The bodies that were discovered were missing their organs. What happened to the people who are still missing?"

Freddy paled slightly, frightened by her sudden move, and hurriedly replied, "I really don't know! Some people were sent to the villa to have their organs removed for transplant, while others were delivered to certain places according to instructions from above."

He had also once wondered where those women went, because it was always pretty women with good figures who disappeared.

Wynter's eyes darkened. "Were the ones who disappeared men or women?"

"Women," Freddy replied in a shaky voice, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "The ones who passed through my hands were all women… I don't know about the rest."

He knew that Wynter was no ordinary person, but he didn't know her true identity. Therefore, he couldn't risk the safety of his son, who was overseas, because of these affairs.

Hardly anyone knew about his son, including Charis, whom he'd always been working for, yet Wynter had somehow managed to find out.

"Do you know the blond man who appeared in Mordawn that day?" Wynter asked offhandedly.

Freddy muttered thoughtfully, "Blond man…" Then, he shook his head. "I've never met that person."

Wynter continued to tap her fingers against the desk. "Based on the crimes you've committed, 100 executions wouldn't be enough to redeem you."

Freddy lowered his head. "I was blinded by greed. It made me money quickly."

Wynter stood up. "Do you think you can just wave the matter away with such an excuse? You worry about your son, but has it ever crossed your mind that other parents worry about their children as well?

"Have you ever thought about how they feel, knowing that their children have gone missing? Do you think your sins pale in comparison to Charis' just because you took orders from him? You were his executioner—your sins are just as heavy as his."

Freddy was in despair. "Who would want to sin? Who would be willing to commit crimes if not for a couple of damn pennies?"

"Then, what about those ordinary citizens who weather wind and rain to work every day?" Wynter asked with a hint of anger in her voice. "Do they not work themselves to the bone to earn money daily? Why didn't they choose the same path as you did?

"It's because you were already a terrible person. You think you've hidden that side of you well because you weren't discovered. After being exposed, all you want to do is hide and shirk responsibility.

"There's a saying that suits you well—you're not afraid; you're just aware of the gravity of your sins."

Her words caused Freddy to stiffen.

She was right. Everyone worked hard to live their lives. Yet, when they were presented with a shortcut that involved a life of crime, would they make the same decision as him?

Wynter closed her eyes. "If I were an executioner, you'd be the first person I behead."

Faced with her verbal criticism, Freddy wanted nothing more than to kill himself on the spot. It was due to Wynter employing psychological warfare.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he looked determinedly at Wynter. "I… seem to recall hearing that the person in charge of the Havenian Chamber of Commerce is Charis Boso. He might be the same person."

"I know," Wynter replied, opening her eyes. "You told me before that he wanted you to figure out those politicians' preferences, right?"

Freddy nodded vigorously. "Yes! It took me a lot of effort to do so."

Wynter handed him a pen and paper. "Do you still remember those politicians' names?"

Freddy fell into deep thought. "Their names… It's been some time. He asked me to collect information on more than a dozen people, and I handed in the list of names alongside the information back then. Let me think."

He closed his eyes. He was thinking hard, but his thoughts were about something else entirely. If Charis didn't consider him a sacrificial pawn, he would have sent people to pick him up already. Yet, there hadn't been any news from him at all.

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