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    Fabian was concerned that the turquoise stones and their cement


    were so problematic, but he was delighted to learn how talented


    Wynter was.


    In terms of knowledge, she was far superior to his friends’


    granddaughters, whose only aplishments were academic. They certainly had never dabbled in


    gemstones and learned their


    Wynter then looked around Fabian’s bedroom and asked that the


    nts be moved elsewhere, save for thevender that helped


    promote sleep and rxation.


    Her main reason foring into the bedroom was to find out the source of Fabian’s poisoning, but she


    ended up finding multiple problems with the bedroomyout instead.


    She wouldn’t have thought much of the problems if there weren’t so many of them. Clearly, little regard


    had been given to such issues to begin with.


    What seemed odd to Wynter was how the cement of certain objects was overall impractical despite


    looking ordinary and harmless.


    Her gaze darkened as she stood in the center of the room. She doubted that the way these things were


    ced had been idental.


    Prestigious families like the Quinnells often had a penchant for ir, but Fabian’s room should not have


    been so unnecessarily ornate a


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    the expense of practicality.


    The


    e furniture in the room and the decoration gave the illusion of


    clutter. How was one supposed to collect one’s thoughts in here? One might not even get a good


    night’s rest amongst all the stuffy


    decorations.


    If all the rooms in the Quinnells’ residence were like this, Wynter wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the


    family had a proclivity for


    frustration.


    “Grandpa, have things been strained in the family business? Any rivalry or disagreements?” Wynter


    asked bluntly.


    Fabian gave this some thought. “Apart from the usual rivalry, no. Every family has their way of doing


    business, and with the Quinnells’ current status, we can afford to lose some opportunities.”


    “That’s a good mindset, Grandpa,” Wynter praised. “Can I have a pen?


    Fabian gave Alexis a look, and Alexis immediately fetched a pen and


    some paper.


    Wynter scribbled something on the paper that looked a lot like


    gibberish and handed it to Alexis. “Here, ce this under the potted tree outside Grandpa’s room.”


    “What is this?” Alexis felt like he had just been handed some mystical


    artifact.


    Wynterughed. “Just a charm for good fortune.”


    Alexis knew it wasn’t that simple, but he also knew better than to inquire any further.


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    Fabian eyed Wynter curiously. “Did that fortune teller mentor of yours


    teach you how to use charms too?”


    “Yes. He has a fortune-telling booth under a bridge, though usually, he’s just humoring his customers


    with his predictions,” she exined. “He took mentoring me seriously, though.”


    She sounded rather nonchnt about this.


    There was no telling whether what happened next was an illusion. The moment Alexis shoved the


    piece of paper Wynter had given him under the potted tree, a cool draft came through. It was like a


    window had been opened somewhere.


    The scattered leaves on the ground began to move and a refreshing breeze filled the room. It was


    invigorating.


    “Mr. Quinnell!” Alexis eximed brightly. “Don’t you feel like the house isn’t as stuffy anymore?”


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    It was true. As soon as the window was opened, a breeze came through, bringing with it an


    indescribable calmness.


    Fabian might havee off as humoring Wynter before, but now, he seemed truly shocked. “Wynter, I


    think my room feels different!”


    All she did was have the nts removed and scribbled a charm, but the effect was palpable.


    “Fresh air does wonders for the mind and body,” Wynter pointed out. Alexis, would you minding


    over to my ce tomorrow?”


    Alexis replied, “Of course, Ms. Quinnell. I’m at your beck and call.” He suddenly remembered he was


    still in Fabian’s presence and felt


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    apologetic for speaking so thoughtlessly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Quinnell.


    What I meant to say was…”


    “Do as Wynter says,” Fabian interrupted, happy to see Alexis and


    Wynter getting along. “You’re capable and have a good head on your


    shoulders. I’m d Wynter can lend you a hand.”


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