The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1133

As Wynter said that, Kendrick's smiling face turned pale in an instant.

His previous disdain toward Wynter and his sole interest in currying favor with Dalton had vanished. His eyes betrayed a hint of panic as he glanced downward, feigning calm while taking a sip of tea.

"These are all just rumors. How could you believe such things, Wynter?"

"Rumors?" Wynter casually toyed with her teacup.

Her words cut through with an eerie nonchalance that sent shivers down the spine.

"Are the stories about construction workers not getting their pay after toiling all year and those driven to suicide by your debt collection also just rumors, Mr. Larson?

"If you want to keep something secret, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. I know what projects you consider favorable."

This wasn't just a warning shot. It was a clear signal that she was going after the Larson family.

Yet, Sara couldn't grasp the meaning behind Wynter's words. She only saw Wynter as a junior to Kendrick, yet here she was, making a show of authority at their house.

"It's only right for debts to be repaid. Those poor people ooze poverty from their very bones.

"When we lend them money, it's an act of benevolence. Those deadbeats not only fail to repay their debts but also end up jumping off buildings.

"We've already lost the money, and now we have to endure baseless slander from you? Wynter, remember, this is the Larson residence, not the Quinnell residence."

Sara sneered. "If you don't want to work with us in the future, then don't come around. You Quinnells might be richer than us, but we don't depend on you for our meals."

Kendrick's hands trembled at her words. "Wynter, Sara doesn't mean that. She doesn't understand the ins and outs of business dealings. I've already arranged for compensation for the family of the deceased. Right, Tyson?"

Tyson Tanner, the butler, responded, "Yes, Mr. Larson, everything has been arranged. Ms. Quinnell, if you could—"

Wynter's gaze remained indifferent. "I know about the arrangements. The Larson family hired a few thugs to harass the girl's family every day.