The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972 It’s Also Problematic To Have Too Good of a Fortune 

The night grew darker. 

At first glance, the back garden seemed perfectly normal. At the very least, it appeared ideal from a fortune–telling perspective. It was said that a house facing south with its back to the north would attract 

positive energy. 

However, it was this seemingly perfect setup that masked a significant flaw. 

Every piece of land has its own unique fortune. In this world, it was not just humans that had souls. Every plant and tree had a spirit too. 

People often said that nature was the fairest judge as it would distribute what was deserved to each person. Hence, that was the reason for the saying that you would receive what you give. 

The layout in this back garden had precisely disrupted this balance. Although the fortune of this house was good, it blocked the wind from the east. That would mean that the fortune of the entire villa community would not be able to rise and would remain stuck. 

Wynter carefully surveyed the surroundings. She knew there were surveillance cameras, but had to hack the main system herself now that Wolf wasn’t around. 

The footage displayed in the security room now was of the previous night. 

As for Declan, his attention was currently entirely focused on Albert. For him, nothing was more important than finding a new valuable puppet. 

Declan had underestimated Wynter, and Liam even more so. Liam assumed that Wynter was only interested in leisure. 

His assumptions were evident from Wynter ordering several bottles of wine and playing loud video games. She would also constantly demand snacks. Outsiders would assume that Wynter was the actual heiress, not just a guest. 

“Mr. Miller, what’s going on?” Albert, who was downstairs, timely asked. “You’ve been going upstairs a lot. Is something wrong with Wolcott?” 

Liam scoffed. “It’s not Mr. Jones. If only it was him. It’s Ms. Quinnell. Frankly, Sir Quinnell, you and this Ms. Quinnell…” 

“Liam!” Declan stopped pouring his tea, anger evident on his face. “Who gave you the permission to discuss Wynter?” 

Liam was visibly frightened and immediately fell silent. He had been so frustrated today that he forgot his place. 

Albert turned his gaze to Declan. When Wynter first confided in him, he was indeed somewhat skeptical Could the great uncle who had always loved them like his own children really be the mastermind behind 

all this? 

Chapter 972 Its Also Problematic To Have Too Good of a Fortune 

Even now, Albert could only see the indulgence in his great uncle’s face when it came to Wynter. But appearances could be deceiving. 

If a servant dared speak ill of Wynter, it spoke volumes about how the master usually conducted himself. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Quinnell. My bad. I was just concerned about Ms. Quinnell’s eating habits. It’s also quite 

late now.” Liam found an excuse.