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

Chapter 1664 The Reason for Their Downfall

Some people were skilled at networking, some at research and development, and others at trade.

Back then, foreign countries were more advanced, and the older generation did everything they could to learn from them.

Many things they achieved were the result of trial and error. They were done all for the people's prosperity and the country's strength.

But now, these people with no conscience had turned this place into their playground for indulgence!

Wynter didn't waste any more words. Whoever approached her, she would twist and break their wrist.

The loud crack snapped everyone out of their drunken stupor instantly. Some stumbled back in shock, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Edison had drunk the most. After all, he had everything he wanted today. He was celebrating becoming the Chamber of Commerce's acting chairman.

From now on, he thought, the entire Chamber of Commerce was his to control, so he didn't think anyone would be able to stop him from drinking a little.

"Who is it? Who dares to make trouble here?" he slurred.

As Edison mumbled to himself, he squinted under the harsh light as he recognized the last person he expected to see standing at the door-Wynter. She even had a foot on his secretary.

She advanced toward him slowly, and with each step, it felt like she was driving a knife deeper into him.

Edison's vision blurred with panic, his legs trembling as he instinctively backed away.

The rest of the room finally began to sense the shift in the air and turned to see who had entered. They blinked and rubbed their eyes, trying to see if it really was Wynter.

Questions swirled in their minds. How was she out? Had she been released? And if so, why hadn't anyone informed Edison? Did Fredric know about this?

In an instant, the room went silent. The alcohol muddled everyone's minds.

The women, sensing the tension in the room, tried to slip out. However, there was only one exit, and Wynter stood firmly in the doorway, blocking their escape.

Edison took a deep breath, trying to make sense of how Wynter had managed to get out. He thought perhaps the Yarwood family's influence in Kingbourne was stronger than he'd assumed-strong enough to save her. After all, she was still engaged to Dalton.

That had to be it. Otherwise, there was no other explanation. There was no way any of them could even bypass Fredric. Or, maybe this was Fedric's strategic move so that the Yarwood family would owe him a favor.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But so what if she was out? Even with her connections, her reputation was still in tatters.

Hence, Edison straightened his collar, suppressing any sign of nervousness.

Looking at Wynter with an air of haughty disdain, he sneered. "I won't argue with you-you're just a youngster. "You might not know since you were in custody, but I'll inform you now. I'm now the Chamber of Commerce's acting chairman. What happens here is none of your concern.

"The Quinnell and Whitman families are out of the picture now. In fact, I should thank you. If it weren't for your bad conduct, the Whitman family wouldn't have been dragged down and expelled from the Chamber of Commerce.

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Hearing Edison's words, the others grew bolder. Their initial surprise at Wynter's presence quickly faded. After all, in their mind, they were convinced she was powerless now.

"Kiddo, you've got some nerve coming here to cause trouble. You should be back at the Whitman Group building. Your uncles and grandfather are probably scrambling to sell off assets because of the mess you dragged them into. "If you were born into my family, I'd have broken your legs by now to keep you in line," one of them chimed in. Another joined in. "Exactly! You've drained us of money in the stock market and treated us like we don't deserve your respect all because you had the Quinnell and Whitman families backing you.

"But look at yourself now-they can't shield you anymore. Let's see if you still have any tricks up your sleeve."

A middle-aged man with a large belly, Eamon Sebra, stood next to Edison. He shouted louder than anyone else, his eyes full of intense disdain.