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

Chapter 1566 A Warning From Penelope

"Yeah, he's right," the rest of the thugs echoed, the agreements sounding forced and insincere. In reality, they were just eager to leave as quickly as possible.

However, Wynter wasn't about to let them go so easily. Since they had been probing her, she decided to return the favor. Casually, she asked, "Oh? Does the Wray family owe your company money? Which company might that be?" Colby hadn't expected such a question. He paused for a moment before quickly replying, "Our company is small. It's not worth mentioning and is certainly nothing compared to yours."

"Are you truly sponsoring students despite being a small company? Quite admirable," Wynter remarked with a faint hint of praise.

The compliment sent shivers down Colby's spine. "It's all thanks to our investor. He doesn't just fund us, but he invests in many companies, too. He's from a small town and is just trying to help students get better education opportunities."

"How kind of him. We should meet up sometime." Wynter then added casually, "Since we were so fated to meet each other, how about exchanging contacts?"

Colby was taken aback. "Huh?" His face clearly showed that he thought he had misheard.

Wynter chuckled. "What's the matter? Am I not good enough?"

At this point, Colby knew that refusing would only make things worse. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone and added her number.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Only someone like Wynter could turn the tables like this. She managed to turn these men into her "buddies", trapping them in a corner with no way out and making them squirm.

"Alright, that's settled. I'll be taking this young lady with me now," Wynter said casually after they exchanged

contacts.

With a confident wave, she walked away, leaving the group of men utterly bewildered by the whirlwind that had just hit them.

"What do we do now, Mr. Leblanc?" one of the men asked Colby.

Colby exhaled slowly. "We'll head back. You can't simply mess with people from the Quinnell family."

They knew it wouldn't be easy to deal with the Quinnell family, especially Wynter. They had no idea what she was really thinking!

As the temperature in Hawford dropped sharply with fall's arrival, Wynter ordered two cups of hot milk tea upon entering the shop.

She then found a seat by the window and sat down, noticing the fear and unease in Eliana's eyes. To comfort her, Wynter gently patted her back and handed her one of the hot drinks, after inserting the straw.

"What's your name?" Wynter asked.

Eliana snapped out of her daze. "Eliana Linden."

"And those people at the school gate earlier, where were they planning to take you?"

Eliana shook her head. "I don't know. The principal said it had something to do with the scholarship."

Wynter sensed there was more to the story. "Has anyone else in your school had a similar experience? Had they applied for a scholarship before they were taken away?"

At that, Eliana's face showed a sudden realization. "There was a senior of mine, Penelope. She applied for the scholarship, too, but she never came back after she left the school that day.

"The principal told us that the scholarship committee had noticed her potential and sent her abroad for further studies. He encouraged us to follow her example."

As Eliana spoke, uncertainty crept into her voice. "I tried messaging her a few times, but she never responded. When I tried calling, her phone was always off.

"But a while back, she sent me a voice message, warning me to not apply for the scholarship. She was about to explain why when she suddenly stopped speaking. Then, she stopped replying altogether."

Wynter sipped her milk tea, her mind beginning to piece things together.

Suddenly, Eliana grabbed Wynter's arm in a panic, as if she had remembered something. "The scholarships are funded by a sponsorship committee. Most of the students in our school are neglected children.

"When the principal told me to meet the committee's leaders, I didn't think much of it because I really needed that money. I completely forgot about the message Penelope sent me."

Wynter asked her to take her phone out and show her the chat with Penelope.

After examining it for a moment, Wynter made a quick call. "I will give you a phone number, and I need you to trace this phone's current IP location."