Chapter 628 Wynter Scattering Cash


    Outside, about 20 men from the Quinnell family stood waiting for Gordon to emerge. They were all


    renowned fighters from Hawford.


    Even Fabian, fresh out of captivity and still nursing wounds, didn’tg behind.


    He refused to take any photos with the Foplyans, even under duress and coercion.


    The Foplyans intended to publish the photos from this gathering in International newspapers. Their


    goal was simple–to seize control of Cascadia’s economic lifelines.


    They wanted to mislead Cascadians into believing the Quinnell family was just the first step. What they


    really wanted woulde next.


    So, the photographer, who had been following Rory from the start, found himself dodging the Quinnells


    at


    every turn.


    However, early on, Wynter had Leo nt something on him,


    The photographer thought he’d be safe once he left the conste and arrived at the Foplya Intelligence


    Office in the Frenda Concession. He never imagined the


    Wynter would follow him all the way.


    Besides destroying his camera, she also noted down everywhere he went.


    She had no time to destroy the intelligence office, and it would be pointless inside the formation. But


    what mattered was that Wynter was inspired.


    She used the printer in the office to make over 100 copies of documents detailing Foplya’s human


    experiments and stuffed them into her ck bag. As for the photographer, she didn’t n to let him see


    the light of day.


    Relying solely on Lily’s power to sway public opinion was still somewhatcking. To swiftly quell such


    intense resentment and make Foplya think twice, it needed to be sensational.


    As a live streamer, Wynter was a pro at creating a spectacle.


    She nced at the time. Hawford’s night was just beginning, especially in the Frenda Concession,


    where the revelry was still in full swing.


    is from the


    Without hesitation, Wynter grabbed the ck bag filled with printed photos and documents ground.


    And, of course, everyone’s favorite–cash.


    She had ransacked the intelligence office.


    Meanwhile, Foplya agents found no trace of her. All they saw when they pushed open the door was an


    open window.


    Plus, with the conste in turmoil, they could only anxiously send telegrams to their superiors and


    await


    instructions.


    Frenda Concession, bustling with cars, nevercked people. It was bustling even back in the day.


    There


    were casinos, rickshawn, and little girls selling roses.


    The money handed to them by a passing foreigner could buy them a hearty meal. And if they were


    fortunate enough to encounter someone purchasing flowers, that person would be considered a


    generous benefactor.


    The dance hall was filled with swaying dancers, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.


    Suddenly, the entire power supply system in the Frenda Concession seemed to malfunction. After a


    couple of buzzing sounds, everything went dark.


    The only ce that was still lit was the casino entrance. On its rooftop was a motorbike with its


    headlights ring brightly, almost blinding.


    In that split second, all eyes on the street turned to the roof.


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    A–slender figure leaned against the gleaming motorcycle with her hair swaying in the wind. She


    seemed


    to be scattering something with one hand while putting the other casually in her pocket.


    At first, people didn’t notice because they were all captivated by the figure’s looks and attire.


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