The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Master

When Logan heard Wynter, he was disappointed. They had been

friends with Mason for more than a decade and had always done as

he said.

But today, he had dragged the three of them into this mess just to save himself.

Wynter was rolling her copper coin across her knuckles when she suddenly remarked, “Your other friend is probably having the hardest

time right now.”

With Logan and Austin now in the courtyard, not to mention Wolf’s presence, no spirits would dare approach them.

Atwater had previously mentioned that the souls of children who died prematurely, especially those who had the chance to be born but were denied life, harbored deep grievances.

The specter could have been terrorizing three individuals, but now only one remained. It was a pitiable situation for that individual.

Logan, anxious to save his friend, asked, “What should we do?”

Immediately after, his phone in his pocket rang. It was Rupert calling. Logan had just answered when he heard Rupert seemingly on the verge of collapse.

“Logan, I’m so cold. Can you come and keep me company? I’m scared.

Cold? At this time?

Logan, thinking only of helping his friend, didn’t realize anything was amiss. He was about to agree when Wynter took his phone from him. She asked them to wait outside.

As the doors closed, her voice was clear and crisp as she spoke into the phone, “No. Kid, the person you’re looking for is at the Scott residence. His name is Mason Scott!”

“Who are you?” The voice on the other end seemed to emphasize his

words.

Wynter squeezed the copper coin. “The person who can point you to the right person to exact revenge.”

“Why should I listen to you?” A howling wind came through the phone.

Instead of speaking, Wynter pulled Wolf closer. Wolf uttered, “Oh?”

“How about now?” Wynter asked.

The specter was now listening. But unexpectedly, all that came through the line was a burst of s o b s. It sounded pitiful, yet incredibly eerie. “Master, I feel so aggrieved!”

Master? Wynter looked at Wolf, who was equally puzzled.

The specter’s voice was clear as day. “Master, you need to stand up for me. I would have been born in another two weeks if it wasn’t for