The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Spoiling Wynter

Abel cast a wistful gaze on the order form. “Man, I wonder when

Grandpa will finally spoil me like this.”

Wynter skimmed the order form and pointed out, “This is a

ridiculously expensive quotation, Abel.”

“Boss, be reasonable here. How are we going to convince the rich that we put out quality, high-endcouture if we don’t charge like it?” Abel

was baffled by Wynter’s reaction. Her stance had been different back

when she had first analyzed the market.

“The Quinnells aren’t just your average rich family,” Wynter said dryly, pulling her hair back.

“Dare I suggest a 20% discount?” Abel asked.

Wynter splashed water on her face. As droplets glimmered on her

fresh, snow-white skin, she said decisively, “Make that 90%. And the

clothes are on the house if they commission the jewelry.”

“Huh?” Abel wondered if Wynter was possessed, but dared not

question her any further. After all, even with the abhorrent discount, they would still be raking in millionsof dollars.

After running the final quotation by Wynter, he mused, “I wonder who

the infamous Ms. Quinnell might be. My last lead indicated she was at Havenlight County. Do you thinkshe’s from the village there?

“If so, Mr. Quinnell Senior’s going to have his work cut out for him.

He’ll have to educate her on the stuffy mannerisms and cultured

interests, or she’d have a hard time fitting into high society.” Abel

sighed.

Wynter was brushing her teeth and didn’t respond immediately.

When she was sure Abel was done talking, she wiped the corners of her m*uth and asked slowly, “Whywould she have a hard time?”

“You wouldn’t know, Boss, since you’ve never been to Kingbourne.” Abel glanced over his shoulder andstraightened up. “Let’s take my grandfather as an example. He used to be well-respected in

Kingbourne before moving to Southdale.

“Now that he’s back here, his old connections couldn’t even help you

get a spot in any of the schools here. If my grandfather’s already having a hard time, imagine how badthings will be for Ms. Quinnell,

who grew up in a village. She’d become a laughingstock.”

He sounded rather sure of himself as he added, “The Quinnells do

charity on the side and have been sponsoring underprivileged

students for some time. They adopted one of the orphans, and she is

now a well-known socialite in Kingbourne.

“How is a cloistered bumpkin like Ms. Quinnell going to compete with

a well-cultured young lady like that? She’s already lost the battle

before it even started! Poor thing.”

Abel was starting to think that his family wasn’t that bad. At the very

least, Quinton wouldn’t walk all over him.

However, Wynter smirked. There was ice in her voice when she asked, “Who are you calling acloistered bumpkin?”

“Ms. Quinnell, of course! She…” Abel paused. He considered Wynter’s wry response. As realizationdawned upon him, his jaw dropped and

his eyes widened in surprise. “B- Boss, don’t tell me you’re…”

Wynter cut him off dryly, “Yes, I am-to quote your delicate description -the cloistered bumpkin who willbecome the laughingstock of

Kingbourne.”

There was a thud as Abel fell to his knees in shock. He hurriedly explained, “Hear me out, Boss. I wasonly analyzing the situation. Those fancypants in Kingbourne are the snobs here, not me!”

He could have cried as fear rushed through him. “I truly had no idea you were the long-lost daughter ofthe Quinnell family. I mean, didn’t we turn down the order the last time?”

It had only been a day since Abel found out Wynter was his boss, and now, he had to cope with thegroundbreaking news that she was the Quinnells’ long-lost heiress. He wasn’t sure his heart could takeany

more surprises.

“I only just found out myself,” Wynter said, not bothering with details

Abel immediately took up the role of a strategist, albeit an

unconvincing one. “In that case, you’ve got to squeeze the Quinnells for what they’re worth, Boss.

“These people adopted someone else before they found you, and now you’ll have to compete with herfor your birthright. If my father did something like this, Grandpa would have kicked him out of thehouse!”

Wynter raised a brow. “Are you trying to drive a wedge between me

and my family?”