The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1967

The elders bowed slightly in unison. "Ms. Quinnell, we apologize for arriving late."

Wynter smiled. "Better late than never. The real show is just beginning."

Conrad nodded and strode over to Connary. "You old bastard. What makes you think you're fit to be chairman? The fact that you laze around every day? The profits you skim off Havenia?

"You're the kind of guy who annoys people just by breathing! Do you think you can rise to power now that Charis has been taken away?"

"You—" Connary jabbed a finger at Conrad. "Who the hell are you? You're just a useless man kicked out of the chamber!"

Conrad remained calm. "That's where you're wrong. I don't regret leaving the chamber. I couldn't even sleep peacefully at night while working under someone like Charis, after all."

While all this was happening in the banquet hall, Dalton and Wolf were stationed outside the hotel, lying in wait for their target.

From the moment Wynter saw the "Charis" on stage, she knew he was a fake. That was why she started counting heads. After all, the real Charis wouldn't be absent from an event this big. The moment things looked wrong, he would have tried to escape in disguise.

Wolf plopped down on a rock and looked at Dalton. "Ugh. Mr. Leprechaun, we've been waiting so long. Where's this so-called rabbit?"

"Lying in wait for a rabbit means we're waiting for the destined one, not an actual rabbit," Dalton said without lifting his gaze.

Wolf propped his chin up. "Where is this destined someone, then? We've been waiting forever, and I haven't seen a soul..."

"Quiet," Dalton ordered before narrowing his eyes when he spotted someone sneaking out from the back. "Go. Give him a good beating."

Wolf didn't move. Instead, he puffed out his cheeks and rubbed his thumb against his index finger.

Dalton paused. "She said she'd pay you for the job, but she'll also deal with you personally if he escapes."

Hearing that, Wolf sighed and got to his feet, striding after the man in large steps.

Thinking he had gotten away, the man relaxed and muttered to himself, "They were really after me. It's a good thing I was prepared."

He clenched his fists. "Wynter… just you wait."

"Hm? Did you just say my boss' name?" Wolf's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Startled, the man jumped in fear and spun around in panic. "Who are you?"

Wolf frowned. "You know my boss, but not me?"

According to Wolf's logic, anyone who knew Wynter and was a good person would know him, too. Hence, if this man knew Wynter but not him, he had to be a bad guy.

With that in mind, he lunged and gave the man a left and right hook. He pounded him until his face was swollen and bruised.

"Stop! Stop hitting me!" the man cried.

"No can do," Wolf huffed. "If you still have enough strength to talk, that means I'm going too easy on you!"

Just then, Dalton walked over. "Alright, that's enough."

Only then did Wolf stop.

The man lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Dalton's voice was gravely low. "Charis Boso?"

"I… I am." Charis gasped. "I'm Charis. Please stop…"

Dalton gave a small nod. "Wolf, take him. The job's done."

Wolf tilted his head. "Are we not waiting for the boss?"

"She said we should take him away immediately once we caught him," Dalton replied, heading toward the car. "Don't let anyone spot us. Throw him in the trunk."

Others quickly followed suit after seeing Baxter treat her with such respect.

"Ms. Quinnell, we were far too disrespectful earlier. Please forgive us. We believe you're a forgiving person."

"Yes, exactly! Charis used his connections to suppress us. We never dared speak up since we've all got families to feed," another chimed in.

Wynter's lips curved slightly. "Is that so? I thought all of you knew the truth, but just didn't want to give the chamber back to the Quinnell family."

"No way!" The two men looked embarrassed. After all, they had both stood by Charis when he was in power, only switching sides the moment he was arrested. They were opportunists, through and through.

Wynter didn't care about these minor figures.

She was just about to speak again when those same people suddenly turned and started berating Connary.

"You old fool! Do you think you can inherit the chamber? What a joke!"

"Look at yourself! Are you still trying to compete with Ms. Quinnell?"

Connary's expression darkened. "That's not what you said when Charis was in charge!"

"He broke the law and got arrested. We're not idiots—we're not going to go down with him just to prove a point," one of them shot back.

A quiet smile spread across Baxter's face. He murmured to himself, "It looks like I made the right call, after all. The results speak for themselves."

Even though he hadn't known that Wynter was a descendant of the Quinnell family back in the mainland, his years of experience had told him she was far from ordinary.

He now believed that under her leadership, the Chamber of Commerce would finally change for the better.

Wynter lifted her gaze, and it was as if, through the sky, she could see Grodon's smiling face. This had always been his dream—to return the Chamber of Commerce to the Quinnell family's hands. And now, that dream had finally come true.