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

Chapter 313 Farewell

Fiona had never seen Naomi so angry. When Naomi returned to the Quinnell villa that night, she flung her favorite vase of roses onto the

floor and shattered it. Fiona wanted to stop her but held back out of

fear.

She wondered what had happened at the Quinnell residence to incur

Naomi’s wrath. But who could she ask?

Fiona also found it odd that Shane had not returned with Naomi even

though he was the one who had brought her to the Quinnell residence

to discuss her adoption with Fabian.

Curiosity got the better of Fiona, and she took it upon herself to seek

the answers to her questions.

She had established a network of intelligence after serving in the Quinnell family for so long, and her sources included Shane’s drive

who happened to be her cousin. She was the one who had gotten hin

the job in the first place.

Fiona demanded of him anxiously, “What happened at the main

residence?”

Her cousin spoke in hushed, secretive tones on the other line. “Fiona, I just dropped Mr. Quinnell off at the hotel. From what I heard during his phone call, his long-lost daughter has apparently been found.”

She pressed a hand to her chest as she felt

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came her cousin’s nervous reply. “Mr.

didn’t even tell Mr. Quinnell until the last minute. The long-lost

will be coming home

me you’ll take this to the grave. And you didn’t hear

you some other time, Fiona. You’d better

make preparations.”

her cousin

family had exhausted their

looking for their

she had been found, Naomi’s adoption would become an

happy to learn that Naomi was going to become an official member of the Quinnell

the long-lost heiress to be found

was too coincidental

paled when she glanced at Naomi’s tightly-shut bedroom

door.

at her vanity and staring at herself in the mirror. There was a

cool-headed and proper young lady she had always portrayed herself as.

The more she scribbled, the more menacing she looked. She couldn’t stand the idea of falling from

already imagine what the upper-crust society would

once word of this got out.

immediately.

her gaze, her resolve turning into molten steel. She wouldn’t sit by and do nothing, even

l*pstick into the bin

made on the mirror seemed to reflect her clamored mind, but there was something inexplicably

as a crowd had gathered outside Margaret’s house. Firecrackers had