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

Chapter 1490 Meeting Their End

Wynter unwrapped a lollipop with a playful smile. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Tucker. But it seems that you're the one who doesn't understand the situation. You should recognize the person standing by your side right now."

"Of course I do. Everyone knows the legendary investor in the finance field," Cassian replied.

Wynter's tone remained calm and measured. "Then, why do you think this legendary investor is calling me his boss?'

Cassian felt like he'd been hit by a wave. He wanted to ask the same thing-why would Clement call her his boss?Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"You're not seeing the full picture, Mr. Tucker,' Wynter continued slowly. "The government policy

memorandum didn't just mention land development but also hinted at personnel changes. The waters have gotten muddy, so someone has to clean them up."

Cassian's eyes widened in shock. 'Ms. Quinnell, are you saying that there will be some changes with the higher-ups?'

In the past, Cassian might've asked her how she knew. But now, he wasn't going to ask anymore. Maybe all the rumors the business circle had heard were wrong-even the ones circulating among the Whitman family, who had ties to the Quinnell family.

They all thought Wynter was just a granddaughter brought back from some countryside. The power plays in Kingbourne were seen as nothing more than Fabian's attempts to regain control of the family. Wynter's involvement was just a part of the show.

But was it really that simple? Cassian couldn't help but wonder.

Since Wynter's arrival in Hawford, she had taken surprising actions in the Chamber of Commerce, resurrected a nearly bankrupt national brand, and significantly boosted its market value.

Following that, she transformed a seemingly worthless plot of land into a thriving development zone. Could all these consecutive successes really be chalked up to luck?

Suddenly, Cassian glanced at Clement beside him. His voice trembled as he spoke through the phone, 'Ms. Quinnell, before I left the company, Kenton was diverting company funds to gamble on certain stocks. May I know those stocks' current state?"

"You're a finance student, Mr. Tucker. Didn't you already check before you came here?" Wynter spoke as if she was completely unconcerned.

And yet, it was exactly this attitude that sent chills down Cassian's spine. He continued excitedly. "So, it really was you, Ms. Quinnell!"

Wynter neither confirmed nor denied it.

Cassian clenched the phone. "I'll turn myself in. Whether or not the Wray family gets taken down this time is all in your hands now, Ms. Quinnell.'

Cassian had worked at Wray Group for years and knew better than anyone how deep Kenton's connections

ran

Though he didn't know exactly who was behind him, there were glaring gaps in the Wray family's financial records that still passed audits without a hitch. It was evident that it was someone influential.

Kenton had ties everywhere, across all sorts of departments. But Cassian's guts told him that all those connections were just on the surface. The real backer, the one who had been shielding the Wray family, had yet to show themselves.

This time, though, things might be different. After all, Kenton was now dealing with Gordon's descendant. Meanwhile, Wynter strode toward the commercial building in front of her as she ended the call. It was time to reel in the bait. The Wray family needed one final blow.

The receptionist didn't recognize Wynter, but the chaos inside Wray Group was evident. Seeing an unfamiliar young woman heading straight for the CEO's office floor, the receptionist quickly moved to stop her.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Wynter certainly didn't look like someone here for business. But she seemed better than the debt collectors who had been streaming in all day.

The receptionist had lost count of how many people she had to block today. Moreover, the red graffiti splashed across the glass doors had left everyone too scared to step outside.

"Miss, I-' the receptionist was just about to speak when Wynter interjected.

"Take me to Mr. Wray." Wynter gave the receptionist a playful blink and smile. The tear mole at the corner of her eyes gave her an almost hypnotic charm

"I'm the person he's dying to meet right now. After all, he still doesn't know why he's losing so badly in the stock market...