The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 246 Cursed

“What a day,” Wynter sighed, pulling her gaze away. Standing in the doorway, she was effectively blocking any chance of escape.

Her tone was casual as always. “Alright, let’s cut the act. Can someone please tell me where the key to the cellar is?”

Fanny was now barely clinging to life. Regret was evident in her eyes. Nathan scowled, muttering curses at Wynter in their local dialect.

Although Wynter couldn’t understand him, she wasn’t st*pid. She forcefully pulled Nathan over. “You should know.”

Gary went berserk. “You dare touch my grandpa! I’ll kill you!”

Wynter didn’t bother to pay him much attention. She was ready to fight off anyone who came her way.

“You even assault the elderly. You’re a despicable human being!” Gary gasped for air as he spoke.

Wynter’s voice remained calm as she said, “He’s not an elderly man. He’s an old scoundrel who’s corrupt to the core. Just like your parents, they trafficked people while he bred dogs to attack people. I’m just serving justice.”

Nathan’s face flushed with anger, his language turning foul, “You little bi…”

and

seconds. Give me the key. Or else, when your

Nathan’s expression changed drastically. In

“Just give it to her! Gary

you old hag. The one locked in the cellar can’t be released!”

a strategist. Now, he aimed to stall, hoping the village would notice the

how many times the officials had visited before. He had always managed to keep things

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himself. After all, he was a well–regarded

was wearing thin. “Three,

Gary suddenly hugged himself. He was shivering all over like

in his rural accent. “The key’s in my coat pocket!” After saying that, he

his secrets, Nathan wondered if it meant the Quirks were done for. He glared with cloudy eyes, still unwilling to accept defeat. He reached for his old fl*p phone and tried

Wynter promptly kicked it away, shattering the device. Hubert couldn’t help but think that the Quirks were fools. If there were any

just cursed. Nothing seemed to be going right. He couldn’t even get up, and there was no chance

door with the key she held. She threw a black bag at

girl holding a stuffed bunny dashed into the yard, asking Yarra,