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

Chapter 1482 Proceed With the Plan

Wynter put away her phone as her gaze settled on Cyrus. "Alright, got it."

Dealing with the Montclair family would indeed be faster if she didn't need to worry about Cyrus, but Wynter still

had to ask, "Does Grandpa agree?"

"Don't tell him. Grandpa has always been protecting me, and that's why he wasn't ruthless enough." Cyrus lifted

his gaze. "You're the same. | understand."

If they didn't care about him, Tamia wouldn't even have had the chance to meddle.

Wynter twirled the USB drive in her fingers. "It's not just for you. My methods don't always align with the

Whitmans' teachings."

"I'm just a child born out of schemes. But Wynter, I'm grateful to have been born into the Whitman family." Cyrus

had indeed grown. In the past, knowing all of this would have devastated him and filled his head with countless

other thoughts.

Now, he had a new sense of resilience. "Do what you need to. But don't tell Grandpa-he wouldn't want this."

"You're just like him." Wynter chuckled lightly as she stood up and stretched lazily.

Cyrus was puzzled. "Like him? Who?"

"Your father when he was younger." Wynter patted his shoulder. "Cyrus, I'm rooting for you. Keep growing, and

who knows? Maybe one day, I'll be the one asking you for help."

Cyrus thought it was impossible. How could someone as capable as Wynter ever need his help?

But no one had ever told him he resembled Noah before, and for sreason, that filled him with a newfound

determination. He quickly shook off the dejection he had felt earlier.

As a seer, Wynter could predict many things. But that wasn't true when it cto her own family. The closer

someone was to her, the more blurred their future became.

Yet, weirdly enough, Cyrus seemed to be beyond any of her plans. In him, she saw vitality-her own path to

survival...

Wynter's thoughts drifted to that formation she had encountered before as she gazed out the window. Her eyes

briefly passed over her impeccably dressed fiancé.

Dalton was like a character straight out of a comic book. On the surface, he was courteous, dignified, and

breathtakingly handsome. Yet, in reality, he was full of hidden dangerous secrets. With a face like that, it was

easy for anyone to fall for his trap.

Wynter shook her head as she thought about it.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Dalton, who was drinking tea with Reuben, lifted his gaze toward her.

From Wynter's angle, his lashes seemed almost excessively long. When the crow's black feathers fell around him,

they only made his pale complexion even fairer. A dimple formed at the corner of his lips when he smiled at her.

This sight itself turned the entire garden, including the blooming roses, into mere backdrops for his presence.

"Atwater has read my fortunes plenty of times. | wonder if he ever foresawfalling for a beauty," Wynter

muttered under her breath, tearing her gaze away from Dalton.

She reached out and plucked a mint leaf to cool herself down as if trying to ward off the heat she felt. After all,

she couldn't allow a mere beauty to keep her distracted.

Cyrus didn't understand what she was muttering about. 'Fortune telling?"

"It's nothing important." Wynter refocused her gaze on Cyrus. "We will be pulling back all the bait tomorrow. Go

help Uncle Noah. I'm worried he'll go too soft if he's concerned about you."

Hawford was indeed different. She needed to resolve things quickly.

Meanwhile, in the commercial building, Kenton had not left his office for quite stime. The pressure of

robbing Peter to pay Paul was starting to take its toll. But if he didn't do so, the cracks in the company's financial

chain would soon be exposed.

He was still waiting for a turnaround, his bloodshot eyes more desperate than ever. To make matters worse, one

of the subsidiary companies was now facing trouble.

"Mr. Wray, we need to make a decision. They're waiting on the funds, or else we'll have no choice but to shut it

down."

Kenton closed the proposal letter. "Then shut it down. It never made a profit anyway and was just to take up

market shares. They all ctofor money, so we might as well close it."

Adrien didn't say anything but knew all too well that shutting down the subsidiary was not an option. Reducing

their market share would spell bankruptcy for the entire company.

But he was too afraid to voice his opinion. After all, it was obvious Kenton wasn't in the mood to listen

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anymore.

Meanwhile, Tamia was still under the illusion that the Wray family was financially robust. She never considered

the possibility that the money she had invested might be at risk.

She summoned the lawyers. "I don't care what you have to do-help my daughter get those shares. The Montclair

family won't reconcile with the Whitman family.

"If they refuse, we'll take them to court for divorce. Scandals like this will impact Whitman Group's valuation."

"But, Mrs. Montclair Senior, such a mutually destructive approach may not be advisable. A private settlement

would be more beneficial for both parties," the lawyer cautiously advised.

After all, he knew that the Whitman family wouldn't take this lying down. A public legal battle could damage the

Montclair family as well.

Tamia merely smiled, a trace of disdain in her expression. "The Whitman family will be too busy with their own

problems starting tomorrow. Noah's mistress will soon be facing public scrutiny."

"Mr. Whitman has a mistress?" The lawyer's eyes widened. 'Do you have any evidence?"

Tamia fiddled with her beaded bracelet. "It's not too difficult to obtain evidence if | want to. All you need to do is

focus on winning the case. I'll handle everything else."

The Montclair family had been through situations like this too many times. Hence, naturally, Tamia didn't think

anything would happen.

However, the Wray family that she had relied on was exposed the very next day for having a financial shortfall!

"Wray Group is such a massive company, yet they have been delaying payment for a long time!" someone

reported.

Everyone's first reaction upon hearing the news was to think it was impossible. But it wasn't a lie.

At that moment, the construction teams had already approached Wray Group. After all, they were desperate for

payment as they had families to support, and their outstanding balances were never settled.

Construction workers were in one of the most difficult trades at the time. Looking back, during the real estate

boom, none of the workers ever seemed to make it big. Only those managing small construction teams saw

ssuccess, but even that success was precarious.

Their wages couldn't be paid once the capital flow from their higher-ups dried up. The Wray family had always

operated this way. The funds they applied for from the bank were loans.

The payment for construction work would only conce the projects were completed, which, to some

extent, was understandable. But Kenton's mistake was the fact that he always made sure he squeezed every last

drop from people.

One of the workers said, "This building is abandoned. He's refusing to pay us for the work because there's no

profit, but what about the work we did before?

"I've been on this site for half a year-I've even had a head injured on the job. Now, they suddenly decide to halt

the project, and they won't settle our past dues. How can they scam us like this?"

In an attempt to hide the company's internal financial instability, Kenton made a snap decision to shut down a

subsidiary. Shutting down a company so rashly only raised more red flags for those working for them.

While it seemed like the workers had only just started to protest, they hadn't been paid in three months. It was

just that the situation only exploded today.

The Wray family had been rotten from the inside out for a long time. The only difference was that in the past,

Kenton refused to pay them despite having money. He would rather invest in other ventures or legal matters

instead.

To him, these people were nothing more than ants, born to live hard lives, powerless against him. They wouldn't

win even if they sued him. Besides, what did these workers know about taking legal action?

This wasn't the first tthere had been protests, but it was the first tthey had reached the doorsteps of

Wray Group's headquarters.

The Wray family's decline was becoming impossible to conceal. When one wall started to weaken, even pulling

out a small brick could cause the entire structure to collapse. But in the past, the Wray family was protected by

connections.

This was exactly like paying for a house that ended up having its project abandoned. The ones who suffered

most were always those who worked their whole lives to finally scrape together enough for a down payment,

waiting to move into their new homes.

There were times when the relevant authorities wanted to intervene, but they might not be able to.

First, there were contractual issues. Second, entrepreneurs like Kenton always manage to secure revolving funds

from banks.

No states would want to see businesses go under. Hence, these matters rarely reached a conclusion.

When the workers showed up, the homeowners soon followed. Initially, they protested at the construction sites,

where countless families' dreams were shattered.

They started showing up at the company's door when their patience finally ran out. Security had already begun

trying to disperse the crowd.

Adrien hurried upstairs. "Mr. Wray, the situation outside is starting to get out of hand. We need to do something."

"Yes." Kenton continued coldly, 'Call the police. Have the lawyers deal with them. | want to teach these people a

lesson. Who do they think they are? How dare they chere and cause trouble for me?"

"But, Mr. Wary, there are a lot of reporters outside. I'm afraid..."" Adrien was still clear-headed enough. Kenton,

however, had been in power for too long and was no longer afraid of such things. "Does it matter what they say?

Go online and look-weren't they just boycotting one of our brands over that applesauce factory? "The foreigners

were right. The people here in Cascadia are always like that. They never learn. Don't they still end up buying our

products after a few days of cursing?

"Our business is built on brand recognition. And besides, our real customers aren't these poor folks. Go and get

rid of them. Seeing them gather there bringsbad luck."

The police's arrival was indeed effective. Gathering to cause trouble would inevitably lead to sbeing taken

away, especially with sconstruction workers acting irrationally and smashing the glass of Wray Group's

building.

They were clearly at a disadvantage against Kenton. Usually, as Kenton had pointed out, situations like this

revolved around demands for unpaid wages.

This would take a long tto resolve. After all, there were problems with the contract and would require public

interest lawyers to fight the case

But the workers couldn't afford to wait. Simply put, even if someone helped with the lawsuit, their travel costs

and lost twere all part of their living expenses.

The homeowners stuck with unfinished buildings faced the spredicament. Filing a lawsuit often led to an

absence of outcome.

Kenton felt a bit uneasy about the situation arising today, but he didn't take it too seriously.

"Have you found Cassian?" he asked Adrien.

Adrien shook his head. "We were too late. We checked the train stations as well. But rest assured, he hasn't left

Hawford yet.

"Get him back quickly and settle the current accounts." Even if it was just a facade, it needed to look good, given

that the monthly accounting review was approaching. Tax filing was another concern.

Kenton glanced at his laptop. He thought to himself that the quickest way to remedy the situation would be for

the stocks he bought to soar when the market opened!

Adrien no longer exuded the scalmness he once had as he pushed the door open to leave the office.

Although the external situation seemed manageable now with the police and lawyers involved, internally,

everyone knew it was different this time.

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Very few employees in most departments were working at this point.

Adrien could sense the growing anxiety among the employees. It was crucial to keep everyone from knowing

how badly Kenton had fared in the stock market.

There was still a way out! If they could just hold on for a couple more days, everything would return to normal

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once the funds arrived!

They were still too naive.

With such a grand schset up, Wynter had no intention of keeping Wray Group's situation a secret.

Her Lamborghini was parked right outside Wray Group's building. It drew everyone's attention, including the

people Kenton had sent to monitor her.

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But now, she opened the car door and approached the construction workers, who were looking down on the floor

as they prepared to head home.

"Mister, perhaps you can wait a tad bit longer. You might get your money back," Wynter said to a random man.

The man instinctively stepped back. He was wary of getting dirt on someone who got out of such a luxurious

car

He smiled sheepishly. "No, my house is too far away. We will need to return.

"Just wait a day or two." She might not have bothered if she hadn't seen them. But since she did, she wanted to

give it a shot.

"Young lady, | know you're kind, but staying in Hawford is too expensive. We consulted lawyers before coming,

and no one wanted to take on our case.

"Our lawyer, Mr. Zomet, is a good man, but it's tough for him, too. He's not even making money, yet he still

follows us around, trying to help. He is also getting laughed at by the other side's lawyers."

The construction workers understood just how challenging it was. "Kenton is a powerful entrepreneur, and we

can't afford this. We don't want to burden Mr. Zomet any longer."

It was clear that anyone who took on this case would be fighting against the Wray family.

Wynter admired those who worked in public interest law and noticed Soren Zomet, a middle-aged man, dirty and

disheveled, still trying to persuade everyone not to give up in the distance.

She then smiled at the workers. "I've heard news that the Wray family's backers are about to fall. You will

definitely get your money back.

"If you can't wait a day or two, just wait until tonight. Everyone has a phone, right? Wray Group won't survive

until the evening."

The construction workers didn't take her words too seriously, but they hoped that a company like Wray Group

would face consequences. They smiled back at Wynter. "We hope so, too. Thank you, young lady."

Having someone not look down on them and understand their plight was more than enough for them.

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What they didn't know was that as they walked away, Wynter dialed a number on her phone. "Go ahead with the

plan.'