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-end


    couture 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 sshed 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 theymission 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 millions


    of dors.


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


    the infamous Ms. Quinnell might be. Myst lead indicated she was at Havenlight County. Do you think


    she’s from the vige 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, “Why


    would she have a hard time?”


    “You wouldn’t know, Boss, since you’ve never been to Kingbourne.” Abel nced over his shoulder and


    straightened 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 bad


    things will be for Ms. Quinnell,


    who grew up in a vige. She’d be aughingstock.”


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    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 topete with


    a well-cultured youngdy 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 a


    cloistered bumpkin?”


    “Ms. Quinnell, of course! She…” Abel paused. He considered Wynter’s wry response. As realization


    dawned 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 will


    be theughingstock of


    Kingbourne.”


    There was a thud as Abel fell to his knees in shock. He hurriedly exined, “Hear me out, Boss. I was


    only 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 of


    the Quinnell family. I mean, didn’t we turn down the order thest time?”


    It had only been a day since Abel found out Wynter was his boss, and now, he had to cope with the


    groundbreaking news that she was the Quinnells’ long-lost heiress. He wasn’t sure his heart could take


    any


    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 topete with her


    for your birthright. If my father did something like this, Grandpa would have kicked him out of the


    house!”


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


    and my family?”