Chapter 425 There Must Be a Story to It


    It was so she could deal with them all at once.


    With the existence of such records, it would be impossible for others to pressure her by saying that she


    would disappoint older employees.


    Some veterans in the workce looked down on Wynter’s background and wanted to manipte her.


    They were simple–minded, believing that a person brought back from a rural area would be incapable.


    They never thought they’d be fired by a youngdy. When they were dragged outside, it was toote


    for them to do anything.


    Once again, Benson witnessed Wynter’s ruthlessness. It sent chills down his spine.


    Unfortunately, Wynter told him to stand by and watch during the meeting. It was more agonizing to


    watch than having her fire him.


    “Mr. Reilly.”


    After the meeting ended, Wynter suddenly called him.


    “Stay for a while.”


    Benson was terrified.


    Wynter didn’t dance around the issue and tossed him a photo of the parking lot. “Take a look. Does this


    look familiar?”


    Benson studied it intently before a look of horror came over his face. “Ms. Quinnell, please believe me!


    I have nothing to do with this. I didn’t know!”


    “You didn’t know?” With one of her hands resting on the table, Wynter appeared beautiful and


    indifferent. “You’ve always been in charge of guest rtions. Guests have repeatedly stated that during


    their stays on the second floor of the west wing, they would hear strange noises at night and constantly


    feel uneasy about that ce.


    “Why arements like these deleted by the guest rtions department?” she questioned.


    Benson broke out in a cold sweat. “I–I…”


    “Mr. Reilly, I don’t have much patience.” Fiddling with her pen, Wynter leaned forward. “Do you want to


    serve time as well?”


    Benson was close to tears. “Our hotel has a tradition of removing negative reviews. Thest manager


    did it as well. He said that if such information spreads, it will affect the upancy rate. I was simply


    following the tradition.”


    “Thest manager? Who is he?” Wynter cut straight to the point.


    Benson shook his head. “He left. I’m not sure where he’s gone exactly.”


    As Benson spoke, he observed Wynter’s eyes, afraid of offending her. “Right! My aunt might know him!


    Why don’t you ask Aunt Fiona, Ms. Quinnell?”


    Wynter raised her brow, her eyes glinting with a newfound interest.


    “Speaking of your aunt, what rtionship does she have with Naomi?”


    Benson was confused by that question. “Aunt Fiona has always been the Quinnell family’s


    housekeeper. After Ms. Naomi came, she was assigned to Ms. Naomi. They have an employer -


    employee rtionship.”


    “Your aunt was with the Quinnell family before Naomi was taken in?” Wynter’s eyes


    darkened.


    Benson nodded. “Yeah. Others might not know about this if you ask them, Ms. Quinnell, but I do. Aunt


    Fiona even attended to your mother at first. Later, for some reason, she


    transferred her away. It might have been because she fed Mrs. Quinnell fish stew when she was


    pregnant, and Mrs. Quinnell didn’t like that.”


    With Wynter’s understanding of her mother, Marie would not transfer a housekeeper away


    over fish stew.


    There must be a story to it.


    However, her mother had just gotten her soul back and wasn’t stable yet. It wasn’t good for her to think


    about the past.


    Fiona had stayed with the Quinnell family for too long. Long enough that Wynter should keep an eye on


    her.


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    Fiona had been so protective of Naomi. Wynter wondered if it was simply because Naomi’s adoption


    would boost her status.


    As Wynter was lost in her thoughts, her phone’s special ringtone sounded.


    “Quinnell the Rich, order iing! Quinnell the Rich, order…”


    It was Abel.