The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1497

Wynter turned her head slightly with a bright smile on her face. "It sounds like something is wrong with me, after all."

Having been reborn, Yvette didn't understand why Wynter still acted this way despite everything she said. It was as if she didn't regard Yvette at all, treating her like a mere passerby with no relation to her.

At that thought, Yvette's face darkened.

When Wynter noticed a piercing gaze, she turned to look at Yvette. "You are Grandma's granddaughter. I've given you some leeway, yet you took advantage of that and used the excuse of visiting her to steal.

"Anyone who cares about what you said can look into it. The gentlemen can be the judge for the rest."

Yvette was thrown into chaos after hearing this. She knew all too well that if Wynter really left, none of these people would let her off the hook!

The most torturous thing one could do to another person was to make them live i fear.

After Wynter finished speaking, she left the office, leaving a panicked Yvette behind.

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The Chamber of Commerce members, despite not being able to deal with Wynter for the time being, still posed a threat to Yvette.

The authorities were coming to Wray Group, making it inconvenient for them to act now. Still...

"Ms. Yates, we need to meet outside," the influential families told Yvette, and she couldn't hide here forever.

The people sent to check the Wray family's accounts had already reached downstairs. The entire office building was in disarray.

The fact that the families had left no escape route for Kenton infuriated him! He had planned to use these people to backstab the Whitman family. Yet, unexpectedly, he was the one they pushed off the cliff!

After the Chamber of Commerce members left, Kenton sat alone in his office. He took out his phone, swapped in a new SIM card, and saw that there was only one contact.

He hesitated about whether to call. The current situation was dire, but the other party had warned him that if he made this call, it would mean that their connection was severed.

And Kenton didn't dare to call. He would always remember the first time he met that person. That individual had said that he could turn Kenton into a new noble in Hawford within a

year. In ten years, Kenton could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Whitman family.

As long as he followed orders, everything the other party had promised could come true- and even more successfully than Kenton had imagined.

But there was one thing-that person's ruthlessness surpassed his own by far because the stakes for that individual were much bigger.

Money meant nothing to that person. But power, especially if it was everlasting? That was a different matter entirely.

Kenton understood clearly that the Chamber of Commerce members hesitated earlier not because of him, but because they all knew who was behind him.

To that person, crushing Wynter would be as easy as squashing an ant. So, Kenton was certain that his revenge would be carried out with help.

Now that things had come to this point, Wray Group would be finished if he didn't make the call. Even if he was just a pawn, he was still a useful one. After all, he was the only one who knew the secrets behind the scholarship fund.

All he had to do was make the call and obediently follow instructions. As long as he kept that person's name out of it, he was confident he could make a comeback.

Kenton kept carrying that confidence, even when the public officials came to take him away. As he was being escorted into the police car, he kept his head held high, casting a contemptuous glance at Wynter's car.

Wynter had no idea what kind of person she had crossed.

But as Kenton entered the car, he didn't realize that at this point, the person behind him would no longer save him. It wasn't because of anything personal but simply because the situation had blown up. Whoever intervened now would immediately draw suspicion.

After the meeting ended, the elderly man glanced at his phone and addressed his secretary." You can let someone else handle the scholarship fund. The Wray family is no longer fit to do

it.

"A businessperson without compassion can't be trusted to do compassionate work anymore. In the future, we need to be more careful about who we select."

The secretary, wearing glasses and dressed plainly, was so frugal that one might not realize how many matters he'd handled. He spoke in a soft, almost harmless tone, "Rest assured, sir. I'll take care of the scholarship fund."

The elderly man nodded again. "Bring the documents. The development zone matters need to be expedited as well."

"Yes, sir."

This scene would never be seen by others.

Just like how Yvette didn't dare to step outside. So what if she didn't? What was destined for

her could not be avoided.

As long as she remained in Hawford, those people would make her life a living nightmare. She had spoken too much, but all her words had become meaningless.

No one would believe her anymore when she mentioned anything about Wynter again. It was like the story of the boy who cried wolf.

Yvette didn't understand, but Wynter did. The less Wynter cared, the more people disregarded Yvette's words. To the Chamber of Commerce members, Yvette's claims were nothing but a madwoman's ravings.

Later, when they recalled this, they would regret ignoring this information!

Meanwhile, at the Montclair residence, Tamia hadn't eaten all day since learning that the Wray family was under investigation. She was still preoccupied with the issue of divorce.

If only she hadn't given Kenton that billion, the Montclair family would have been financially stable. But Kenton had swindled her. Not only was the money gone, but she also couldn't do anything about it since she had signed the contract!

Tamia felt utterly defeated. Already short on liquidity, this blow only worsened the situation.

She massaged her temples and looked at Ophelia. "Ophelia, we must secure the Whitman family shares. Otherwise, the coming days will be tough.

"If we get those shares, the Whitmans won't be able to touch us, and we can firmly establish ourselves in Hawford. We may even rise further!"

To Tamia, shares were the only way to turn the tide. After all, even Cyrus had sided with the Whitman family. The only way forward was to accumulate enough wealth to let her son

support the Montclair family.

Ophelia, lounging comfortably on the couch, fiddled with her phone. "Mom, look, the

lawyer's strategy is working. Everything on the internet moves so fast. Look at all these

comments and views!

"Everyone's saying Noah wronged me. I've been the perfect wife who took care of him all these years, yet now, he wants a divorce. Haha!"

Tamia took the phone and saw the numerous comments attacking Noah's lack of morality. People condemned him for not fulfilling his duties as a husband and sometimes staying out all night. Many were sympathizing with Ophelia.

Tamia immediately felt much better. She knew that the Whitman family wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure of public opinion.

In the face of the online storm, everyone seemed insignificant. People only believed what they saw and considered it the truth.

Tamia was confident that with the tide of online opinion, the division of assets in this

divorce was as good as done.