The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 958

Rather than calling Whitley obedient, he was much smarter than he should be.

"I would have followed you even if you didn't allow me to."

Recently, the number of people after him had been increasing exponentially. He didn't want to drag Carl into his mess, either. It was already hard enough for Carl to raise him while trying to find someone to heal his leg.

They didn't go to Empathy Clinic for work because they had heard that they would be able to earn more money in Kingbourne. That was why Carl had brought him here.

But it had been a few days since Whitley heard from Carl. That was why he came out of hiding to search for him.

He had planned to make an exchange with Wynter, but she didn't want his blood.

Whitley couldn't help but feel anxious by the situation and unintentionally reflected his feelings on his face.

Wynter noticed his expression and asked, "Is there something else troubling you?"

"My uncle is missing."

It was the first time Whitley experienced the feeling of owing someone a favor. Wynter had saved him, yet here he was asking her for her help again, but he didn't know anyone else who could help him.

"Dr. Genius, could you please help me find him? I'm willing to do anything as long as you help me find him." Whitley's eyes glowed with a faint golden hue.

Wynter's memory was shockingly good, as always. "Your uncle? Carl Wilkinson?"

"That's him!" Whitley finally made an expression that matched his age.

He was finally able to reveal his emotions as he said, "The amount of herbal medication I need has been increasing lately. My uncle isn't a cultivator, so he doesn't understand how to heal me.

"He came to Kingbourne because he heard he was able to earn a fortune here. But he disappeared ever since he managed to earn 30 grand.

"There's something wrong with my eyes, too. My vision will fade sometimes, causing me to be temporarily blind."

Whitley's hands were shaking as he added, "Dr. Genius, I can make a pact with you if you don't want my flesh and blood.

"I've read some ancient books that claimed that a Savior would be able to bring their master an abundance of fortune."

"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I can't do martial arts anymore. If they even dare to move an inch, I'll beat them up until they see the stars."

"Alright. There are a few cultivators from Mt. Dragon nearby. All of you should be careful. You should quickly run if they come here. Don't let them get to you."

With that said, Wynter put up the formation.

One of the men tried to struggle, but he quickly fainted after receiving a punch from Wynter.

She was in a bad mood because of Wolf's disappearance. "Stop moving, and stop wasting my time."

Her actions were cool, but they were somewhat cruel and irrational. It did not match her appearance.

That man had obviously misjudged her, and a black eye was beginning to spot his swollen face.

Didn't they say that Cascadia was a country that upheld proper etiquette and mannerisms? Which faction did she belong to?

How could she be so cruel? Also, why was she teaming up with the malevolent spirits? Wasn't she afraid of facing backlash?