Chapter 1022
1022 Reforming the Quinnell Family
Whitley wasn’t entirely sure. “Possibly.”
“That’s a good thing.” Wynter lifted the crow and locked eyes with him. “Another ancient beast acquainted with Celestial Dragon? Ancient beasts seem to enjoy tagging along with people these days.”
The crow denied it in his head immediately, wishing Wynter wouldn’t make baseless accusations. He
wanted to squawk.
Wynter didn’t press him further. She handed the crow over to Whitley. “Since you know each other, find a place to talk.”
The crow couldn’t quite grasp Wynter’s intentions.
But Wynter had no particular agenda. She simply didn’t have time for these ancient beasts.
What she needed to do was escalate the situation so that Gordon could let off steam. Plus, the matter of
her ability to enter the formation needed to be kept secret.
After Wynter buried a copper coin in place, her gaze suddenly fixed on the crow.
As a Savior, the crow suddenly had a very bad feeling.
“They say when a crow caws, someone dies.” Wynter smirked. “With you cawing here, it’s natural and
reasonable.”
What did she mean?
Before the crow could figure it out, he was already under a binding spell.
If this were earlier, he could have broken free in minutes. Unfortunately, Wynter now wore the Soul
Commanding Badge.
The crow couldn’t move his wings.
“Soon, it will be the break of day.” Wynter checked her watch and said with a smile, “Judging from your beady little eyes, you should understand me. After all, you’re an ancient beast, right?”
The crow disagreed with Wynter about the beady little eyes.
“Just stay put. You can start cawing at 9:00 am. I’ll draw a circle for you later so you can move but not fly.”
Wynter gently stroked his wings. “Thanks, buddy.”
The crow was speechless. He had no choice but to endure it. After all, he had received orders from
Dalton.
Whitley watched this scene unfold nearby, seemingly thinking about something.
Seeing Wynter about to leave, he followed.
“Your relative’s ashes are still down there. Why aren’t you digging them up?” Whitley was puzzled.
1022 Reforming the Quinnell Family
With one hand bracing herself, Wynter vaulted over the wall. “They sayt in peace,‘ but my great–great- grandpa is about to be unearthed.
“After all these years of disturbance, it’s time for those who have both benefited from the Quinnell family
and desired their downfall to witness firsthand the consequences of their actions.”
This was the only way to straighten out the crooked Quinnell family.
Gordon’s regret extended beyond the underground.
Declan was able to prosper for so long because Gordon’s ashes were suppressing the formation.
Gordon probably wanted more than anyone else to witness the eradication of the remnants of the
Quinnell family’s sins.
Wynter wanted Gordon to be unearthed gloriously.
At the same time, in the third–floor bedroom, Declan was completely unaware that Wynter knew the
backyard’s secret.
His mind was still on Albert, worrying about what he might be up to.
“During breakfast tomorrow, tell Jolene to find a way to stay a little longer,” he instructed.
Liam nodded. “Yes, Mr. Quinnell.”
Being cautious, Declan glanced at the monitor again. He lay back down after making sure nothing was
wrong.
On the other side of the villa, Wynter had quietly returned to her room.
Her phone had run out of battery in the formation. As soon as she charged it and turned it on, it buzzed with an overwhelming number of messages. Some were from Fabian, Albert, and even Abel.
These were all expected, except for the message from Dalton.
Wynter raised an eyebrow as she read the message that informed her that Wolf was with him. Dalton had
taken him to Mt. Dragon.