The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 Wynter Shows Her Other Persona

Chad listened, and his face turned cold. “Then you’re mistaken. Not all people from Kingbourne know each other.”

“Chad!” Logan pushed him slightly. “Let Mr. Novak check your fortune. Don’t get involved in this.”

Chad’s voice was cold as he replied, “So I should let you make friends

with this commoner?”

Although Ronan was also afraid of escalating the conflict, he knew where his allegiances lay. “According to Mr. Winston, I shouldn’t even be here since the Winston family is superior!”

Clyde was currently in a tricky position. He would have preferred to

keep a low profile.

Chad understood this and, upon hearing Ronan’s words, clenched h fist in frustration. He said, “Mr. Rathbone, you misunderstand. Everyone is different, and I’ve never considered you an outsider.”

That was somewhat conciliatory.

Ronan took the hint. “Then I’ll consider the earlier comment a

misunderstanding. Gentlemen, go on with your business. I’ll take my

niece elsewhere.”

“Hold on a second.” Wynter’s gaze fell on Logan’s waist, and she

suddenly smiled. “Your brother is getting his fortune read, but you’re

not?”

Logan was surprised. “I don’t believe in that,”

Choi Wynter Shaw Her Other Persona

Chad glanced at Wynter. “Mr. Rathbone, is your niece trying to provoke my brother again?”

Ronan wasn’t sure what Wynter was planning as he tugged at her

sleeve.

Wynter said lazily, “It seems Mr. Winston thinks about nothing but romantic affairs. No wonder the Winston family has been laying low

lately.”

Suddenly, there came a loud bang! Chad’s hand slammed onto the wooden table. All his pretense of civility was gone. “The Winston family is not a topic for a foreigner like you to discuss!”

person like Ronan’s niece would know, and whether she really had some hidden skills.

Logan hesitated, then whispered to Wynter, “Could you read my

fortune for me?”

He felt that what she said was too accurate. It would be a loss for

him if he missed her reading.

Wynter’s smile was light as she responded, “Five thousand dollars a

word.”

“Five thousand?” Darrell watched Wynter, slowly shaking his head. Miss, you come into my shop and do such things. Doesn’t it bother your conscience to deceive people?”

Wynter glanced at the antiques behind him and said, “Darrell, all this artificially aged porcelain could be worth tens of thousands of dollars. And here you are, scaring people with fertility potions. If you’re not worried, then I’m definitely not.”

“You!” The assistant was furious as he shouted at Darrell, “Mr. Novak,

she’s clearly here to cause trouble!”