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

Chapter 1615 Wynter's Identity Is Exposed

Hearing this, Elsie's eyes narrowed. Knowledge of the "rare good" was tightly controlled-only Edward and a handful of top executives should have known. She couldn't imagine how the information had leaked.

Yet, with just that comment, the entire auction hall was abuzz.

"What? Rare goods?"

"It's been ages since we've heard about something like this! We're finally in luck!"

To them, rare goods were priceless. Every part of the "goods" was of the highest quality and was born with heavenly luck, just as the medium had explained.

Those individuals with such luck might not achieve greatness themselves, but by tapping into their fortune, the magnates could preserve their youth and even boost their careers. Hence, when rare goods came up, excitement surged, and the greed in their eyes was unmistakable.

Realizing she couldn't control the crowd, Elsie was about to contact Edward through her earpiece.

That was when a cold, elderly voice echoed from the screen, "I've told you before when it comes to these goods, their fortune must be compatible with your own horoscope. You're asking questions you shouldn't."

If, up until then, the magnates had been casually seated, now, hearing this voice, they all rose from their seats, standing with respectful postures.

"Mr. Viovis, why are you here?" Their shock was evident, with some even inching forward in awe.

Kael Viovis, a great fortune teller, seldom appeared. However, each time he did, his words alone could double their fortunes.

They knew of Yvette who had recently gained fame in Hawford, but they saw her as mere exaggeration, believing that her fame was likely Kenton's doing.

Kael couldn't appear in person, so he simply operated through a puppet. This auction was his true agenda. By aligning with him, the magnates could definitely bask in his fortune. Others might doubt him, but these magnates had experienced the changes Kael had brought into their lives firsthand.

His influence didn't just protect their wealth but also preserved their youth. So, even through a screen, their enthusiasm was palpable, almost cult-like.

The old voice continued, now laced with cold laughter and a sinister edge, "I'm here to inform you all that there's a police officer present among us."

A police officer? Instantly, the entire room fell into a stunned silence. The magnates froze mid-action-those smoking cigars or sipping wine sat motionless.

They understood, more than anyone, the stakes of where they were and what they were doing. These actions were clearly illegal.

If even a second of this was captured and released online, exposing their identities, it wouldn't just be the end of their businesses-it could mean prison for them all.

But a police infiltrator in a high-security auction like this? It was unthinkable! This had never happened before! "What's going on? Is there really police infiltration? Didn't they say the security is airtight and no one would ever find out we were here? How could there be officers?" The magnates exchanged hushed and urgent words.

Elsie herself was taken aback. She had no idea there was police infiltration. She had posed as one of the students coming for a mere interview and had noticed nothing unusual. How could someone slip through her notice?