The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 2029

Hyrum's eyes narrowed sharply as he caught Wynter's motion. "Ms. Quinnell, what are you doing?"

"He seems badly injured. Since I'm a doctor, I just gave him a quick check of his pulse," she explained as she moved her finger away with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Hearing this, Hyrum's expression tightened. He had staged this entire scene, wanting Wynter to believe that Frankie and Kenith had escaped. He hadn't expected her to be a physician. That detail rattled him.

"And… what did you find?" Hyrum's voice dipped lower. If she truly had seen through the ruse, he'd have no choice but to play his final card—eliminate every one of them on the spot.

The nearby officers, catching his tone, stiffened and put on a solemn expression.

Wynter's striking eyes lifted toward Hyrum. "I couldn't tell much from his pulse, but his injuries look really severe. He should be taken to a hospital immediately, or his life could be in danger."

At those words, Hyrum exhaled, relief flickering across his face. He turned around and summoned two more officers. "You two, escort him to the hospital. Make sure he receives proper treatment!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two men flanked the undercover officer and helped him into a vehicle before driving off.

"Ms. Quinnell, let's prioritize on pursuing Frankie and Kenith. If they do get away, I'll be in deep trouble." Hyrum's tone carried a note of supplication, his posture lowered almost too far.

Wynter stood up. "Very well. We'll go with you. It should be easier to find them if we work together."

Hyrum's fingers twitched. He hadn't expected her to agree so easily. Suppressing the flicker of triumph in his chest, he said gruffly, "Alright. Let's hurry up and get in the car."

All the officers left the courtyard. Soon, it was just an empty compound. Moments later, two figures slipped back into the compound.

They were Frankie and Kenith, the very fugitives they had supposedly lost.

"Kenith, Mr. Grover was right." Frankie's face was lit with exhilaration. Few things rivaled the thrill of escaping death.

Kenith replied in a low voice, "This isn't over. What we need now is to lie low until the storm passes."

Frankie nodded. "I know that. But one thing puzzles me. Is Mr. Grover one of the boss' men? Just how powerful must the boss be?"

Kenith glanced sideways. "Mr. Grover IS the boss. Don't breathe a word of this, or it'll be the death of us."

"What? Mr. Grover is the boss?" Frankie froze in shock. He'd never once seen the boss himself. Only Kenith was granted that privilege.

Kenith clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shush! They only just left. Are you trying to get them to come back?"

When Frankie shook his head frantically, Kenith released him. "The boss' identity cannot be exposed. Very few know the truth."

Frankie's grin turned wicked. "No wonder the cops always skipped over us during their raids. So, it was Mr. Grover pulling strings behind the scenes, wasn't it?"

Kenith nodded. "That's right. Even if a den gets raided, the boss can have the rescued ones funneled right back. That's how capable he is!"

Frankie flopped onto a chair, swinging one leg over the other. "Unbelievable! A chief of police… That position alone is gold. No wonder whenever crackdowns happen, our dens come out untouched, while the others get smashed again and again. The boss is truly formidable."

Kenith rapped him sharply on the head. "You're just acting like a bully now. Remember—we need to keep the boss' identity secret. That's the only way our good days can last."

Frankie grinned. "Relax. My lips are sealed! By the way, why did we come back here? What if they return?"

Kenith turned to him. "The boss says the most dangerous place is the safest. My room has a hidden chamber. Once we're inside, no one will ever find us. We just need to wait for the boss' word."

Frankie stood up and dusted his pants. "Then, let's go now, just in case."

Kenith grunted in agreement. They slipped back inside and shoved a cabinet aside, revealing a hole in the wall.

"Kenith… you call this a hidden chamber? It looks like a random hole."

Kenith coughed lightly. "I have plenty of supplies stocked in there. It's just a hole for the entrance instead of a door. It doesn't matter."

He dropped to his knees and crawled inside. Seeing this, Frankie grimaced and followed suit. Once they were through, Kenith reached back and slid the cabinet into place.

From the outside, no one would ever know the hole was there.

…

Elsewhere, Wolf had already beaten every last man to the ground, ripping the masks from their faces one by one.

"Well, well… it really is you lot." He spread his hands, gaze sweeping the surroundings.

Groans and cries of agony filled the place. None of them could so much as twitch without pain.

Gathering their weapons into a pile, Wolf plopped down, propping his chin with both hands. "It seems that not every country's police are quite like ours."

One man forced out words through clenched teeth. "What are you, a monster? There are so many of us, and we were armed, too, yet you drop us like flies. You freak!"

Wolf turned to that man. "That was just a warm-up. Rest up. Soon enough, I'll let you relive the experience."

Just then, several vehicles could be seen driving toward Wolf's direction. Just as they neared, they screeched to a halt in unison.

A man in a trench coat and dark glasses stepped out, moving with a practiced flair. "Kid, was it you who called me just now?"

Wolf lifted his gaze. "Yeah. Boss told me to."

"Boss? Hardly anyone knows my number. Don't tell me… by 'Boss,' do you mean that woman?" His eyes widened before he urged, "Is it her? Tell me. Was it her?"

Wolf frowned. "My boss is Wynter Quinnell. She has a name."

"Oh, my god. It is her!" The man's composure shattered into open excitement. "I can't believe she reached out to me!"

Wolf eyed him as if he were deranged. "What's with you? Boss just asked me to contact you. Are you really this happy about it?"

The man nodded fervently. "Of course! She once saved my life. I've been searching for a chance to repay her ever since. Years passed, and she eventually left this place. I thought I'd never see her again. And now, she's finally reached out to me. She's my savior! My goddess!"

Wolf propped his chin again. "You won't be seeing her. Boss said this mess is yours to handle. Get these men to the embassy. As for those lying here, they're all yours to dispose of."

"Where is she?" The man's eyes darted around, desperate. "Is she not here?"

Wolf shook his head. "Nope. Boss gave me her orders. Now, you need to get someone to send me back."

"I'll drive you myself!" The man yanked his driver from the car.

Just as he was about to climb in, Wolf grabbed his sleeve. "Boss never said you could come back with me."

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