The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 775

Chapter 775 The Next Step 

“The stock that you requested previously has hit a snag,” the butler said cautiously, afraid to say something wrong that would infuriate his master. 

“It’s even trending online, talking about some chapel worshiping invaders or something.” 

The old man clenched his hands tightly. His breathing got even heavier. “Go down and lock the door. Don’t let anyone in. Il be doing some work.” 

The butler immediately bowed. “Yes, sir.” Then, he asked cautiously, “What if the young master arrives? The last time, I think he was at your study-” 

“Study? What was he doing there!” The old man stood up. His sunken eyes were glaring at the butler. “Did he find out?” 

The butler shook his head. “No! No! Before he could enter, I called him away.” 

The old man was silent for a while. “Keep a close eye on him. See if anything is off with him.” 

“Yes, sir.” This time, the butler hurriedly left. 

The old man did not return to bed. He limped over to the shelf. He had a flashlight with him. Then, he headed deeper inside. 

When his flashlight shone onto a wooden doll shrine, he stopped in his tracks. Then, he muttered something in Foplyanese. 

The hair on the wooden doll moved even without any wind blowing. Its voice rang out. “The shrine is gone! What will happen to our soldiers? Who on earth is trying to ruin our fun?” 

“That lady the Quinnell family got back from the village.” The old man looked at the photo of Wynter’s back on his phone. His eyes gleamed maliciously. 

“She did not die back then. Now, she’s causing a lot of trouble. It’s time to cut off the Quinnell family’s lifeline. 

“If you want your Foplyan soldiers to survive, you have to think of how to deal with the Quinnell family.” 

The old man left before the wooden doll could throw a fit. He walked very slowly, like a man clinging to 

his last breaths when he should have been six feet under. His hands were wrinkled and covered with 

spots. 

He held onto the stair railings and walked over to a hidden door. He downed the liquid in the glass bottle before heading forward. 

Drip. Drip. People might have assumed that it was underground water, like some sort of hot spring. But 

upon closer inspection, they would realize that it was a pool of water mixed with blood. 

The old man went in to have a dip. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. At that moment, he seemed to have 

gained a little more life, but it was not enough. It was far from enough.