Wynter looked as sharp as she was stunning, a trait that a true


    Quinnell heiress would have. None of the household staff dared


    challenge her identity. They couldn’t even help staring at her.


    They watched as she made her way from the threshold to the study in


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    long, confident strides. There was no denying her beauty as the staff


    took in her chiseled profile.


    Wynter never thought she could win over a crowd with her looks


    alone, not that she particrly cared about winning anyone over. She was more concerned about the


    toxins that were working their way


    through Fabian’s system.


    As the door to the study swung open, Fabian leaped to his feet and grinned at Wynter. “Come here and


    let me have a look at you, Wynter. Are you cold?


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