Abel was an information collector, and it helped that he loved


    indulging in gossip. “No, Boss! The Quinnells are as rich as kings. But if I must be honest, it’s a good


    thing you’re the long-lost daughter


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    they’ve been looking for.


    “Any other youngdy would have a hard time fitting in the Quinnells’ dynamics. It’ll be like feeding


    chum to the sharks.”


    Wynter’s voice was unamused as she asked, “Right, enough of this. Did you find anything on Mr.


    Rathbone?”


    “Mr. Rathbone of Southdalees from three generations of antique dealers,” Abel replied dutifully as


    he scrolled through the information he’d found. “Of course, this is just a cover act. In truth, Mr.


    Rathbone’s grandfather was likely a grave robber.


    “Grave-robbing was the Rathbones business operation model until Erwin’s generation, which was when


    they decided to be legitimate antique dealers, and famous ones at that. They specialized in


    unwanted artifacts that others were too scared to own.


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