Under the heiress facade

Chapter 1688

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.

to address. The common people's desires were straightforward -they wanted food to eat and

did these individuals feel entitled to

in sweeping injustices under the rug for the sake of maintaining a false peace or because it had happened long ago. She didn't

hesitated over whether his actions would

detail was made public. Even the long-standing, unspoken rule that one's children would be placed in another's

courageous, breaking away from the usual system of concealment that many within the

the merit descending upon her. While she didn't reject it, she didn't take it all. She absorbed a portion of the spiritual essence into her Soul Commanding Badge but left most of

I give the rest to

a glance and nodded firmly

in the future. With the merit you've given him, it should be enough to dissolve the calamity." Wynter chuckled lightly before continuing, "Without him,

He's a good leader."

smoothly.

The girls' eyes brightened.

Wynter's right wrist, the dark clouds parted. A beam of light shone down from above, unerringly

notice it. His thoughts were still occupied with anger toward

wiping his glasses. "Am I imagining things, or do I see a golden light surrounding

sense of lightness in his body. He had been sick before coming to Hawford and was coughing intermittently.

right, but it almost seemed like someone was whispering their thanks in his ear. In 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

crow could see the scene unfold clearly. He flapped

really hasn't changed much from before. I thought that people would be different after

heard this remark. He lifted his eyelids slightly, his expression neutral.

crow hesitated for a moment before looking up carefully. "Are you asking Whitley to supply Ms. Quinnell

words remained unsaid, for Dalton's gaze was

place were to be graced with merit, it would soothe the resentment accumulated there over the

on the same day that in a small underground room next to

open his stall.

him the day's meager earnings when he heard

A clear, crisp voice came

on

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

you

there again."

was saved and was finally home. She

had given her. "This person... This person saved me. I heard from Eliana that the people who deceived and harmed us won't come back again. Dad, I'm

while others tried to talk to her. But she was terrified. She had been conditioned to react with fear

who found a way to calm her down. She showed Penelope her phone, displaying messages

she felt initially-she repeatedly read the messages over and over again,

Only once she was sure of that was she able

escorted her home understood why it was important to check everything- even the children and relatives of those involved. The seemingly stubborn insistence on digging deeper

perfect sense.

that all of this was orchestrated by

files.

definitely have to spend at least three or four years locked up, and with their own crimes, everything came to an end

of them saw the videos and testimonies submitted, they chose to stay quiet. They dared not

up, let alone suggest that the investigation had gone

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

panic. Just as they had once agreed to kick the Whitman family out, they were now downstairs, pleading for

moment, his voice firm. "We need to

former Mr. Quinnell

the Quinnells'

watch it collapse, so we should do this

he pondered for a moment. "You're right. This was founded by the former

steer the Chamber of Commerce in

if the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce couldn't unite and stand together, it