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.”

Fiona shrieked in disbelief. She pressed a hand to her chest as she felt palpitations. “What do you mean she’s

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serious, Fiona,” came her cousin’s nervous

Quinnell until

coming home in two days.

this to the grave. And you didn’t hear

talk to you some other time, Fiona. You’d better

make preparations.”

cousin

Quinnell family had

their

been found, Naomi’s adoption

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

no worse time for the long-lost

thing was too coincidental for

she glanced at Naomi’s tightly-shut bedroom

door.

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

and proper young lady she had always portrayed

to scribble nonsense onto the mirror. The more she scribbled, the more menacing she looked. She couldn’t stand

could already imagine what the upper-crust society would say

her once word of this got out. She would

immediately.

lowered her gaze, her resolve turning into molten steel. She wouldn’t sit

her l*pstick

she had made on the mirror seemed to reflect her clamored mind, but there

outside Margaret’s house. Firecrackers had been lit as the neighbors bade farewell to Margaret. Everyone had come to wish her