The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1963

After performing a reverse image search, it turned out that the pictures were stolen promotional photos from other charity organizations. Although the camera angles had been altered and the pictures had been photoshopped, Wynter could still match them to the original at a glance.

At that moment, she looked up and saw Charis leading someone toward the restroom. She immediately got up to follow, turning on the recording device in her pocket as she did so.

She kept her footsteps light, so Charis didn't notice that someone was following him.

"Have all the arrangements been made? All the funds will first be transferred to the charity foundation's account before being transferred out in batches."

That was Charis' voice. Although Wynter was some distance away, she could still hear him loud and clear.

The other man's voice rang out. "Everything has been arranged according to your instructions. It's just that on the media side…"

Charis laughed coldly. "Don't worry. The people from the media outlets in attendance are all on our side. The news articles will all be written according to our specifications. As for those small-time reporters, a little hush money is all we need to buy their silence."

Wynter held her breath and slowly drew closer to the door.

"How will we explain things to the orphanage?" the other man asked again.

Charis replied derisively, "Just give them 80 to 100 thousand dollars to shut them up. It'll show that we've donated the full amount on record, anyway. Those parentless children are fortunate enough that I'm sparing any thought for them. Do you think they'd dare be picky?"

The other man said solemnly, "We'll do as you ask, but regarding the taxes…"

Just as Charis was about to reply, he heard someone approaching and fell silent. Wynter also had no choice but to turn and leave first.

The newcomer smiled and greeted, "Mr. Boso. So, you were in the restroom as well."

Chairs nodded. "Yes. I'll be heading out first."

After Charis exited the restroom, he noticed that Wynter was only just returning to her seat, and his gaze sharpened. "Was someone following us just now?"

The person next to him shook his head. "We were the only ones in the restroom just now."

Hearing that, Charis' gaze shifted away from Wynter. "I hope it's just me overthinking things. Today marks the last auction we're organizing. Arrange for someone to replace the last auction item with Galaxy's Tears."

"Galaxy's Tears? That accessory has never been auctioned. Why would you want to bring it out today?" the man asked doubtfully.

Charis lifted his gaze. "Because today will be the very last auction, so we have to pull out all the stops and squeeze out every last bit of money we can from these people."

The man nodded. "Understood, Mr. Boso. I'll take care of the arrangements right away."

Meanwhile, after returning to her seat, Wynter relayed everything she'd overheard just now to the others.

"That bastard!" Antoine yelled angrily. "I didn't expect him to not only keep all this money for himself, but also use those children as a cover to amass wealth. He's the ultimate scum!"

Wynter patted him on the back. "Calm yourself, Mr. Chamberlain. Anger is bad for your health. Since I now know of his plan, I naturally have ways to deal with him."

Antoine turned toward her. "What do you plan to do, Ms. Quinnell? Please tell me! I also want to go all out to punish this sort of person!"

Wynter shook her head gently. "We're powerless to do much as our words hold little weight here. I've already apprised Mr. Hensley Senior of the situation. He'll handle the main event while we deal with the finishing touches."

As soon as she finished speaking, Oslo's voice rang out. "Esteemed guests, next up is the second-last item of this charity auction—a custom, high-end suit designed by the internationally renowned designer, Lamar! There's only one of it in the entire world!

"The starting bid is two million dollars, and the minimum increment is 20 thousand dollars! Bidding starts now!"

The guests murmured among themselves.

"Lamar? To think it's designed by Lamar! I heard that Lamar's designs are all unique, and nobody is able to recreate another piece. I didn't expect to actually see one of his designs here! I want it!

"Two million and 200 thousand dollars!"

"Two million and 400 thousand dollars!"

"Two million and 700 thousand dollars!"

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