The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1973

Wynter didn't waste any time. "Mr. Munn Senior, I need your help with something. It might escalate to a national level."

"National level?" Jackson's tone lost its casualness. "Is someone trying to strike at Cascadia?"

"More or less." Wynter lowered her voice. "You should know about Cascadia's fortune. Someone is trying to take it for themselves."

Jackson's gaze sharpened. "That's a serious matter. Very few people know about Cascadia's fortune, and those at the top have never revealed anything about it."

"That isn't all." Wynter frowned. "Emstia and Magota seem to be playing both sides. They're working with a cultivator, who is willing to help them overtake Havenia in return for Cascadia's fortune.

"Based on current intel, that cultivator is in Havenia, looking for a sacred item. Once he gets it, Cascadia's fortune will disappear along with it."

Jackson spoke gravely. "I have to report this to the higher-ups. Cascadia's fate will be sealed if they succeed."

"I know." Wynter's lips parted slightly. "There's no problem with you reporting it, but once you're done, I'll have to trouble you to secretly send people to all the barrier points across the country.

"I've already assigned Special Unit members to each location, but I don't think that's enough. I still need you to assist them."

"No problem." Jackson was just as straightforward. "I'll dispatch people as soon as I finish reporting."

Wynter gave a light nod. "Alright. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Munn Senior."

"It's not a big deal." Jackson chuckled. "You have it hardest. If I'm not wrong, you're in Havenia now, aren't you?"

"Yes." Wynter lifted her gaze slightly. "That cultivator is also in Havenia. I want to capture him, so I can't leave for now."

Jackson's deep, steady voice came through. "Alright. I'll leave that side to you, but be careful. I'll make the arrangements for the mainland."

Wynter's tone softened. "Okay. You should also take care of your health. Although I've treated you with acupuncture back at Harmony Community, you still have old injuries. Don't overwork yourself."

Jackson's speech was slow and measured as he chuckled softly. "I'm already an old man with one foot in the grave. But I'm willing to keep doing these things for Cascadia.

"Alright, I'll go report to the higher-ups now. You go do your work." Jackson ended the call right after speaking, as if afraid Wynter might sense something.

The moment the call ended, Jackson couldn't hold back a cry of pain.

The man outside his door immediately knocked and asked, "Mr. Munn Senior, what's wrong?"

Jackson steadied his breathing. "Nothing. Go get the car ready. We're heading out."

"Alright," the man outside responded and went toward the parking lot.

Jackson muttered under his breath, "My old injury's flaring up… It seems I don't have long."

In the past, Jackson had fought on the battlefield, earning military merits, his body covered with countless scars. Wynter had seen them when giving him acupuncture, which was why, when she reminded him just now, he truly feared she'd notice something was wrong.

Hence, he had quickly hung up the phone. After all, if Wynter found out, she would drop everything and rush to treat him, which would only delay her mission.

Enduring the pain, Jackson looked at the photo on his desk. "Exhaust oneself to the utmost and die without regret."

Meanwhile, Wynter hadn't noticed anything unusual. She called the driver and, with Dalton in tow, headed toward the exchange center.

It wasn't far, and they soon arrived at the entrance.

A crowd had gathered outside, including Ellen, whom Wynter had met before. Ellen and her group were craning their necks, eagerly waiting for the exchange center to open.

When she glanced around and spotted Wynter in the distance, Ellen quickly walked over. "You're here, too."

Suddenly, she lowered her voice. "Did you buy without your boss knowing?"

Wynter smiled faintly. "I did. I made a billion dollars."

"What?" Ellen froze. "A… A billion?"

"That's right." Wynter lifted her gaze upward slightly. "It seems you didn't make that much, Ms. Mette."

Stock market prodigies were never in short supply, but to Wynter, being a prodigy was just the entry requirement.

Several other middle-aged investors gathered around. "Ms. Mette, this foreign capital intel is spot-on. The profit this time equals several years' worth of earnings."

Ellen nodded firmly. "Of course! But we're all curious about how you knew these two stocks would go up."

Hearing this, Wynter glanced at Dalton. "This was our boss' decision. I'm just the secretary."

So, they turned to Dalton. "Mr. Yarwood, please tell us."

"We're curious how you knew!"

Dalton returned to his usual reserved composure. "Celestial secrets can't be revealed."

Wynter smiled. "We're not actually foreign capital. We came from the mainland. This whole stock market incident was an overseas force's attempt to short the market, take Havenia's money, and throw the city into chaos. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to predict that these two stocks would rise."

"What's the logic behind that?" Someone didn't quite understand.

Wynter's lips curved faintly. "The logic is simple. If you can avoid the stock market, avoid it. Some may get rich while others may lose everything overnight."