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



Chapter 1727 Capturing the Spies

Though Drexel shook with fear, he noticed Arwel and Dave's suspicious concern about the hospital's structure. Taking a deep breath, Drexel explained, "Those are the orders from the higher-ups. They're currently on site. If you're not convinced, I can take you to meet them."

Hearing that, Arwel grabbed his collar and threatened, "We don't care about orders from the higher-ups! What matters now is that you didn't consult us beforehand. Do you think you're above us now that the hospital's doing well? I guess you need to be taught some lessons."

Arwel shoved a book at Drexel and raised his fist, but that was when a feminine voice sounded from the door. "Have you prepared the documents, Mr. Asquith? The higher-ups are urging us."

It was none other than Wynter, who had come disguised in a nurse's uniform regarding doubts about Drexel's earlier message. Drexel instantly recognized her voice, and Arwel removed the gag from his mouth.

Dave moved to open the door and found Wynter standing there. She silently greeted him before addressing Drexel, "Are the papers ready, Mr. Asquith? They're pressing us."

"Oh, yes. It's all set. I was just discussing a few things with these gentlemen. I'll be right over," Drexel replied.

From Wynter's attire and speech, he could tell that she had noticed something amiss. Instead of calling her out on it, he played along with her words.

When Wynter turned around, her eyes landed on Dave's nametag. She cast a quick glance at him, recognizing his golden locks as a match to the hair sample she had retrieved. She looked away and followed Drexel to the door.

Just then, Dave called out to her. "Which department are you from? I don't think I've seen you around."

As Wynter was about to respond, Drexel jumped in. "She's a graduate I recruited this year. She's still completing her internship."

Dave considered his words before asking, "Which department has she been busy with lately?

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Drexel calmly replied, "She's been helping me with administrative work. Do I have to report that, too?"

"We're just looking out for our new colleague. Don't take it personally, Mr. Asquith. The higher-ups are pressing, aren't they? You'd better get going," Dave stated, waving his hand dismissively.

His expression darkened as soon as Drexel and Wynter were out of sight. "When the higher- ups leave, we'll teach Asquith a lesson he won't forget. We'll make sure he's gone for good."

Arwel stretched his back with a grin. "That sounds like a plan. This hospital is under our

thumb, anyway. He was so cocky just now. I would've dealt with him already if that nurse hadn't walked in."

Upon recalling Wynter's gaze, Dave wondered curiously, "That nurse looked at my nametag before leaving. What was she thinking?"

"You don't realize how charming you are, do you? There's a saying in Cascadia about love at first sight. She probably has her eyes on you." Arwel chuckled. Hearing that, Dave dispelled his doubts.

Meanwhile, Drexel led Wynter to an empty room. He cautiously locked the door before handing her the documents. "Thank you, Ms. Quinnell. If you hadn't shown up, those thugs would've beaten me to a pulp. Mr. Tarvin brought them in, and they're the real power behind this hospital."

"No need for thanks. You've done a good job. This hospital may be well-managed, but it doesn't mean they prioritize the patients' welfare," Wynter replied.

She pulled out the hospital blueprint from the pile of documents. She spotted a basement marked on the blueprint and asked Drexel about it.

"It used to be a lab. Something happened, and now it's abandoned," Drexel answered.

Wynter arched an eyebrow. "How many people know about the basement?"

"Not many. Aside from those two earlier -Dave and Arwel, only those who used to work in Brighthope know about it," Drexel replied.

Wynter nodded in acknowledgment and grabbed her phone. "Dispatch a team to monitor the hospital's vicinity. Arrest anyone who seems suspicious."

Once the order was given, she turned to Drexel. "You know where the basement is, right? Take me there. I suspect they've repurposed the site."

Drexel hesitated. "I do, but it's been so long. The keys might not be in my office anymore."

Wynter tapped on the desk as she pondered. "No need for that. If my suspicion is true, the keys have already been taken. Just take me there, and I'll handle the lock."

As Drexel led her outside, they ran into a department director, asking for Drexel's signature on some documents. Drexel instructed the department director to meet him in his office before continuing their way.

After a few turns, they arrived at an entrance sealed by an iron gate. Wynter took out a silver needle and worked on the lock. With a few quick twists, the door clicked open.

Behind it, a gruesome lab came into view. Its floor was littered with animal carcasses and human remains, while the vials and tools were scattered haphazardly across the room. It was a scene straight out of hell.

Drexel could hardly suppress his anger at the horrifying sight. Despite being the hospital's

director, he had no idea that such a lab existed. For Wynter, the stark contrast between the life-saving efforts happening above and the hellish scene before her was too overwhelming. At that nent, Caroline, tied to a pillar, stirred at the sound of the door opening. She tried to call out, but her mouth was taped shut, so all she could manage was muffled grunts. Still, the sound echoed clearly in the basement.

Drexel followed behind Wynter as she traced the sound. Upon spotting Caroline, he exclaimed in shock, "Caroline? What are you doing here? I thought you went home!"

Wynter tore off the tape from Caroline's mouth, and she quickly explained, "I was abducted by Mr. Cowell and Mr. Merrick. I was patrolling the wards when I noticed the pharmacy lights still on.

"I went to switch them off but found a secret door. They were running experiments in here! I tried to escape, but they caught me."

Drexel was astounded by her revelation. Though he knew about the iron gate leading to the basement, he never expected Dave and Arwel to have secretly installed a door in the pharmacy to access it.

After hearing Caroline's account, Wynter realized where the specialty pills originated. She ordered her subordinates to bring Caroline for a medical examination and locked down the basement. She then instructed Drexel to guide her to the virology lab.

Even though she held strong suspicions regarding the specialty pills, she knew she needed solid evidence to back them up, lest she would be accused of slandering an honorable doctor. Drexel led Wynter to a virology lab and provided the necessary protective equipment. He then stepped aside, waiting quietly for the results.

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Meanwhile, Dave and Arwel were leisurely sipping tea at their office.

"We're already halfway through the plan, so we should get out of here soon. Cascadians are

so dumb, especially Lappage! He actually believes those pills can cure the virus!" A wide smile spread across Dave's face as he broke into laughter.

"He might be hailed as a miracle doctor now, but once things go wrong, he would be nothing but a fraud. All evidence points to him, and we'll come out clean. That said, we wouldn't have gotten this far without Mr. Tarvin's help," Arwel chimed in.

Dave nodded in agreement. "Mr. Tarvin is a citizen of Asmaria. We should bring him along

when we make our escape. But before sunset, let's give that nurse a taste of our new-

developed medicine!"

The two chatted away merrily, showing complete disregard for Cascadia's laws.

In the virology lab, Wynter crushed the specialty pills and ran a series of tests. Half an hour

later, she finally found the answer needed.

When Drexel inquired about the results, she replied, "It's a new type of virus that temporarily alleviates symptoms of cold. However, it may cause much worse health effects

in the long run."

Hearing that, Drexel slapped himself in remorse. "I thought this pill was a cure, and that's why I agreed to Dr. Lappage's request. I never imagined it was a new type of virus. I've

caused harm to the public."

Wynter grabbed his wrist and stated firmly, "Now isn't the time to beat yourself up. Right now, my subordinates have the entire hospital surrounded, some of them posing as nurses. What you need to do is get back to work as usual and avoid drawing suspicion. Don't think

about the rest."

Drexel gave a nod of acknowledgment, though a heavy weariness clouded his eyes.

At that moment, Elisha was still seeing the patients at his post. "It's easy to handle your cold symptoms. I'll give you half a month's worth of medicine, and there's no need for further examination. If anything comes up, feel free to consult me again."

"Thank you, Dr. Lappage. You're truly a miracle!" a patient exclaimed with immense

gratitude.

Elisha flashed a smile and said, "I'm just doing my job. Rest assured, you'll recover soon."

None of the patients had any complaints about him. They were convinced that he was an honorable doctor who truly cared for their well-being.

Glancing at the time, Elisha called out to the long line of patients before him. "It's getting late, everyone. Please come back early tomorrow."

With that, he wrapped up his work and headed to the restroom. As he gazed into the mirror,

he couldn't help but smirk. "I'm this hospital's backbone now. Everyone depends on me!"

"No, you're not even worthy." A voice suddenly interjected from behind him it was Wynter.

She flicked her coin as she cast a glance at Elisha. "I thought you're saving the patients, but it turns out you're putting them at risk. How dare you call yourself a doctor?" Elisha was surprised by her sudden appearance at the door. "Aren't you the young lady who

asked for my pills?"

"How else could I have analyzed it?" Wynter confirmed his confusion.

Upon hearing the reply, Elisha glared at her. "How dare you doubt me? I'm a doctor! Every Colifernian knows that I'm the miracle doctor!"

Wynter sneered. "That's because they have no idea what's in your pills. Take him away—

quietly."

As she walked away, two Special Unit members swiftly covered Elisha's mouth and dragged him out through the backdoor.

Recalling Caroline's mention of Dave and Arwel planning to use Caroline for their final

experiment, Wynter instructed the Special Unit members to lie in ambush while a female

member assumed Caroline's position.

Wynter then made a call to Lucas. "This is urgent. I need you to find and isolate all patients who have purchased Dr. Elisha Lappage's medicine from Brighthope Hospital. "They're likely carrying a new type of virus, but we'll need further analysis to confirm. In the worst-case scenario, we may need to lock down the entire Colifernia." When Lucas heard her request, he quickly came to a decision. "Leave it to me. Stay safe,

Wynter."

Once the call ended, he quickly ordered an investigation into the medical treatments and prescriptions at Brighthope Hospital.

After that, he contacted Jackson. "There's a chance that Colifernia may need to be locked

down for quarantine. I need your approval, Mr. Munn Senior."

There was a brief silence before Jackson replied, "Do what you have to. I'll take care of the

rest."

Lucas responded affirmatively to Jackson's approval.novelbin

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In his office, Drexel sat silently in his seat as he was weighed down by the crushing reality of

Wynter's test result. He had poured so much effort into managing Brighthope Hospital, only to be faced with such a devastating revelation.

Guilt overwhelmed him. While he hoped to make amends for the citizens, he was told to

remain in his office. As he drowned in his own remorse, his phone suddenly rang. He quickly gathered himself before answering the call.

Upon learning that it was a call from Lucas, he sprang up from his seat. "Is there anything I

can help you with, Mr. Keller?" he asked nervously.

"I've heard about your situation. It's not entirely your fault. You were only trying to do what

was best for the people," Lucas stated bluntly.

Drexel teared up at Lucas' words. Though he attempted to say something, his voice failed

him.

"Do well by the people. I have faith in you, Drexel Asquith." With that, the call ended.

As the sun began to set, Dave and Arwel were preparing to head down to the basement. All of

a sudden, Dave received a call.

"You've been found out," the voice informed.