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

Chapter 1530 No Authority Over 001

Landon frowned as he pondered. "There was someone, I think... He was a low-level official in charge of Hawford's economy at the time."

"Take a look. Is it him?" Wynter slid her phone forward to show Landon a picture.

Landon immediately nodded. "That's him. How did he end up looking younger with time? I'd never have recognized him from how timid he used to be."

"Power can rejuvenate a person. It's understandable that you didn't recognize him, Mr. Landon." Wynter chuckled and she tapped on the webpage. "Now, does this look more familiar to you?"

The man in the picture wore glasses and a suit, appearing scholarly and vaguely familiar. Landon froze. "He... He's..."

"He's the third-in-command in the city, Fredric Monty." Wynter compared his current image with the old one. "It's true, he looks quite different. He has a new name and a new identity.

"For someone who started as a low-level official to rise to this position, the people backing him must have put in serious effort."

Landon had no idea about these complicated connections. He had never imagined that such a low-profile person could climb so high.

Why had Tamia never mentioned this? Instead, she had helped conceal his identity!

His wide-eyed gaze snapped toward Tamia, whose face was pale. She knew Landon was a fool and could only direct her bitterness toward Wynter.

Her voice dripped with malice. "Why did you even bother asking us when you already knew?

"You forced us into this mess and pitted us against each other! Aren't you afraid of being investigated for misconduct after pulling these kinds of stunts?"

"Misconduct?" Wynter repeated the word thoughtfully, her gaze flickering to the surveillance camera. "Have I violated any rules?"

No one watching the footage dared to speak. After all, given their level, they had no authority over Special Unit's 001.

Everyone knew that Wynter wasn't just investigating these aristocratic families and their crimes. She was also targeting the one lurking behind them and the foreign influences entangled in these matters.

The person behind the scenes often followed some semblance of the rules, and foreign infiltrations were much harder to uproot. Hence, in order to fish them out, ordinary methods wouldn't suffice.

The Special Unit had long operated on the frontline. Their authority to investigate superseded all other agencies.

Wynter was unfazed by the fact that she was recorded. She tilted her head slightly, and her gaze landed on Tamia once more.

Tamia was starting to realize just what she was up against. Never in all her years had she encountered such a way of handling an investigation. The audacity of Wynter's brashness meant only one thing-she wasn't from an ordinary department.

If someone like her was here in Hawford, did the old man know?

"The investigation is mostly done. I'd like to have a more personal chat with Mrs. Montclair Senior." Wynter stood up, bracing herself against the table with one hand.

"Before you ask why, think about how you treated my mother and grandmother. I'm just returning the favor. For years, people have criticized my mother, saying she was a hopeless romantic who ruined both the Whitman family and her own lineage.

"Sure, Shane was a scumbag, but my mother was never a fool in love. The only person she couldn't let go of was me."

Marie's soul had been shackled for over a decade in the darkness. Yet, she was never fully broken because her inner strength was unwavering.

No one could guarantee that their marriage would be a happy one. It was also the long- standing alliance between the Quinnell and Whitman families that had played a role in Marie's marriage into the Quinnell family.]

Wynter had never seen it as a mistake. But now, she was determined to make these people feel the same helplessness her mother had faced all those years.

"Don't worry. I won't let you live out your days in peace. You love holding onto power, don't you, Mrs. Montclair Senior? Well, you probably won't enjoy serving others, then. So, from now on, get used to a life of hard labor."