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

Chapter 1688 Boundless Merit

Wynter was ready to leave, but trouble always seemed to follow, particularly from those who refused to

acknowledge the harm they'd caused by taking resources that rightfully belonged to others.

A commotion had already started outside. "Who's the person in charge here? Who gave you the authority to arrest people? Let me go! I said, let me go!"

Before getting on her motorcycle, Wynter swept a glance at the scene.

Among the protestors was Estelle, who exuded an air of entitlement. "I'm not going in. I'll say it one last time- you have no right to detain me! Do you know who I am?"

Wynter's long legs casually supported her sleek black motorcycle. She glanced at Estelle, tucking away her phone before ordering her subordinates, "Record her words. Ask her husband who she thinks she is."

As Wynter's words traveled to Estelle's ears, she sized her up. "I don't know who you are, young lady, nor do I care how you're handling this case. But I'll tell you one thing-do not offend those you cannot afford to provoke."

Estelle didn't think someone with a motorcycle could have any real power.

Wynter slipped her helmet on with one hand. Without wasting a single word more on Estelle, she simply instructed, "Document every word she has said. Submit everything to the higher-ups."

"Understood."

Estelle wasn't fazed in the slightest. After all, she hadn't broken any laws. She also believed that if Dominic found out about what happened today, none of the people here would escape unscathed.

If they wanted to interrogate her, so be it. She was curious to see how they would dare to accuse her.

What she didn't expect, however, was that there wouldn't be an interrogation at all. Instead, they took her directly to see Dominic. She wasn't foolish-one look at Dominic's state, and she instantly understood what had happened. Her face turned pale as disbelief washed over her. She was in shock that Dominic had actually fallen from grace when he was already so close to retirement. Worse still, the reason they'd brought her here was that they had substantial evidence in hand.

The position she'd been awarded as a professor was a result of Dominic's abuse of power. Right before her were documents outlining his confessed crimes, complete with his signature.

"How could this be? Impossible!" Estelle exclaimed in shock.

In an instant, the once-high-and-mighty government official's wife plummeted from her lofty perch to rock bottom. Thinking back on the things she'd said earlier, her expression was filled with shame and regret. Initially, they'd only intended for her and Dominic to relinquish positions and privileges they never deserved. If she hadn't behaved so arrogantly earlier, perhaps the matter could have been resolved differently.

The submission of the video left those advocating for a cautious approach, not wanting Lucas to conduct a full- scale investigation, with no excuses to object anymore.

The implicated officials' family members those who had bypassed processes to enter departments, secured positions through undue influence, or obtained unearned honors all came under scrutiny.

Some of the scholarship committee's missing members were rescued. Others remained unaccounted for, and tragically, some were confirmed to have lost their lives.

It was only after seeing this scene that the unborn souls let go of their resentments. Once the results were made public, the honors and positions were restored to their rightful owners.

Estelle's position as a professor, which had originally belonged to another teacher, was one of the many examples. That teacher, resigned to their fate for years, trembled with emotion upon receiving the notification.

Those who wielded their power for personal gain likely never considered the gravity of their actions. To them,

taking someone else's spot was inconsequential.

But the truth was undeniable they had stolen others' fortune. Some people's academic achievements had been falsified. Others had their honors or futures ripped away from them. Today, all those stolen fortunes were restored. It sounded simple when summarized, but in practice, achieving such an outcome had been fraught with obstacles at every turn.

Some of the lingering unborn souls behind Wynter exchanged glances. Before departing to the afterlife, they wove threads of merit from their spiritual essence as a gift to her.

Wynter could see the injustice they endured, even if others couldn't understand why she pursued the investigation so relentlessly.

"Why dig all this up again after so many years?" people questioned. "It wasn't even them who were corrupt-it was their fathers."

But what people seemed to forget was that these individuals were also beneficiaries of their fathers' misdeeds. They not only enjoyed the ill-gotten gains from that power but also trampled on the ordinary citizens' most basic rights their human rights.

Public resentment was the most pressing grievance to address. The common people's desires were straightforward -they wanted food to eat and clothes to wear. If they were not provoked, they would not have been the first to strike.

feel entitled to trample on others just because of

sweeping injustices under the rug for the sake of maintaining a false peace or because it had happened long ago. She didn't think that anyone had the right to declare that these past transgressions should go unpunished on the

hesitated over whether his actions would upset the balance or

would be placed in another's department, and vice versa, was

the usual system of concealment that many within the

it all. She absorbed a portion of the spiritual essence into her Soul Commanding Badge but left most

"Can I give

girls exchanged a glance and

it should be enough to dissolve the calamity." Wynter

He's a good leader."

smoothly.

The girls' eyes brightened.

Wynter's right wrist, the dark clouds parted. A

His thoughts were still occupied with anger toward those who abused their power to oppress the

disbelief, wiping his glasses. "Am I imagining things, or do I see a

of lightness in his body. He had been sick before coming to Hawford and was coughing intermittently. But now he felt better than

the world of politics, if one possessed merit protection, it shielded them from evil spirits, and could even turn a great calamity into a boon. It was a powerful blessing for those

scene unfold clearly. He flapped his wings a few times, his voice low and

changed much from before. I thought that people would be

slightly, his expression neutral. "Tell Whitley to

before looking up carefully. "Are you asking Whitley to supply Ms. Quinnell with fortune? Or

rest of the words remained unsaid,

with merit, it would soothe the resentment accumulated there over

same day that in a small underground room next to Eliana's home,

open his stall.

him the day's meager

crisp

than when she left, with bruises on her arms, but she was back. Behind her were public officials

the outside world was better, that I was a burden, and no longer wanted to come back.

you back and am useless. That scholarship committee...

there again."

nodded, and for the first time, she truly felt like she was saved and was finally

This person saved me. I heard from Eliana that the people who deceived and harmed us won't

holding back her tears the entire way, her head lowered, while others tried to talk to her. But she

found a way to calm her down. She showed Penelope

wasn't relief she felt initially-she repeatedly read the messages over

hurt her were truly caught. Only once she was sure of that was she able to let

that moment, the officials who had escorted her home understood why it was important to check everything- even the children and relatives of those involved. The seemingly stubborn

perfect sense.

was orchestrated by Wynter.

files.

they remained silent. They would definitely have to spend at least three or four years locked up, and

the videos and testimonies submitted, they

suggest that the investigation had gone too

setbacks, its momentum quickly deteriorating. This, however, was not something anyone had

had once agreed to kick the Whitman family out, they were now downstairs, pleading for them to return. Taylor looked at Noah and asked,

firm. "We need to

Mr. Quinnell

passed down for generations, and neither the Whitmans' nor the Quinnells' ancestors would want to

stand by and watch it collapse, so we should do this

slightly as he pondered for a moment. "You're

the Chamber of Commerce in a better direction. Let's do it, then.