The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 276 Atwater Munoz’s Fable

Perhaps it was because Dalton had such nice wrists that he made

wearing a scrunchie look fashionable and elegant.

Wynter couldn’t resist glancing at his wrist a second time. Suddenly,

she asked, “So what’s the Quinnells’ stance on this whole Ms.

Quinnell business?”

“Mr. Quinnell Senior spent many years searching for her,” Dalton began with a smile, pushing the plate of pizza toward Wynter. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

She feigned nonchalance. “I figured I’d get to know my patient a little

better. You’re a distant relative of his, after all.”

Dalton was adding a few splashes of tabasco to his pizza when

Wynter’s answer made him pause.

He confessed pleasantly, “Technically, I’m not. Our grandfathers just

knew each other. If we were related, then I wouldn’t have been

engaged to Ms. Quinnell in the first place.”

It was only then that Wynter was reminded of the engagement. She gave Dalton an odd look.

wrong idea, Dalton quickly explained, “The engagement’s been called off. There’s no bad blood, though, now that the Quinnells

She didn’t mind. that the engagement

elaborated, “I’ve never met Ms. Quinnell

whole engagement happened when we were

a so-called fable

fable?” Wynter’s interest was sufficiently

about herself. Besides, her old

deep for

y, she

amusement, his dark eyes glittering. “There was this great

married Ms.

laughed. “Fortune-teller? More like a charlatan.”

fingers to her l*ps to quiet her. “Hush, you’re still too young and

to know that Atwater Munoz was a great fortune-teller whose predictions had saved lives. He was a master of his craft. So don’t badm*uth him or you’ll

fortune upon yourself.”

a warning gleam in his beautiful, dark eyes as he said this.

him a

laid another slice of pizza onto

the pizza. If her memory served her well, Atwater’s last name was Munoz too. She silently cursed the old man for telling the Quinnells some ridiculous fable he made up.

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moment, she remembered Atwater’s drunken soliloquy from

while ago.

“My child, you won’t be waking up anytime soon. I’ve found you somebody that I think you’ll like based on your past preferences. He’s got

seriously, But looking back, she wondered if he had lied to

her

herself at a loss for words. “You shouldn’t get so hung