Chapter 1621 No One Can Stop Us

Noah and Taylor were practically driven out of the Chamber of Commerce.

Taylor's eyes burned with anger as he protested, "Why did you stop me, Noah? Mr. Leftnan..."

"Something's off about Mr. Leftnan. He's likely been bribed. Perhaps Marie has discovered something during her investigation that threatened them.

"Edison alone couldn't have swayed Mr. Leftnan-there's someone else behind this," Noah reasoned. Once an astute postgraduate student, he was able to piece the picture together from what he observed.

Taylor was puzzled by his words. "Who else could've bribed Mr. Leftnan? Even the mayor wouldn't have that kind of power. Mr. Leftnan is..."

Glancing back at the building, Noah suggested, "What if it's those people from the province? We need to tell Dad. There's no need to search here any longer, but someone else can take up the task."

"Who is it?" Taylor looked at his brother in confusion.

Being perceptive as ever, Noah explained, "The new secretary, Lucas Keller. There's been a power struggle among those from the province, and yet the higher-ups suddenly appointed him.

"He must be more eager than anyone else to gather information about this place, especially regarding the connection between us businessmen and the authorities. Mr. Leftnan wouldn't be swayed by a typical offer.

"Edison mentioned Sevie shouldn't have investigated the school, but he was cut off before he could elaborate. This means the problem lies in the school, and Mr. Kellar has recently conducted an investigation there. What are the odds of this being a coincidence?"

As Taylor listened, his eyes lit up with excitement. "Let's go and meet Mr. Keller right now!" he urged.

Unfortunately, Lucas wasn't someone they could meet easily.

However, Noah's inference was accurate-Stetson had indeed received an unusual bribe. At his age, it wasn't money that Stetson sought but a lasting life of authority.

No one noticed the icon carved on his cane, which was an animal many despised and reluctant to carve. It was a snake, with its tongue flicking out and its eyes unsettlingly drawn, as if staring at something lifeless.

The audio from the meeting room was synchronized in the auction hall, making it appear that everyone had witnessed a grand spectacle. There was nothing more exhilarating than witnessing the Whitman family stripped of their power and ousted from the Chamber of Commerce.

At that moment, the raspy voice sounded, "A fantastic start to our festivities. Now, everyone can bid for whatever they desire. No Whitman or Quinnell will stand in our way any longer."

The auction hall erupted with cheers as the magnates clinked their glasses together.

They had suffered greatly due to Wynter's interference. In the past, they had no need to hide in the shadows since the resources from the hospital were more than enough to sustain them.

However, Wynter took down the entire Gibson family, which had been their most accessible channel for goods entry.

To make matters worse, no one in Riverfield dared to engage in human trafficking anymore. Without a choice, the magnates could only procure younger and healthier bodies through the scholarship committee.

Even so, such a method had its drawbacks, and traces of their actions were likely to emerge over time.

"But everything's settled now. With that Quinnell girl stuck in prison, we can procure the goods the way we used to," someone stated.

"And now, we can plot how to swallow the Whitman family," another chimed in.

The surrounding laughter drowned out the despair of the young woman on the stage, giving the magnates a belief that they were above legal constraints. Little did they know, the very person they had mocked was standing just a short distance away.

The next victim up for the auction was none other than Wynter herself.

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