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

Chopper 313 Farewell

24

cousin’s nervous reply. “Mr. Quinnell

Mr. Quinnell until the last minute.

Quinnell will be coming home in

me you’ll take this to the grave.

from me. I’ll talk to you some

make preparations.”

preparations her cousin was talking about. All

family had exhausted their

for their long-lost heiress.

been found, Naomi’s adoption would become an impossibility.

happy to learn that Naomi was

time for the long-lost

was too coincidental

paled when she glanced

door.

at herself in the mirror. There was a malicious gleam in her dark eyes.

like the cool-headed and proper young lady

grabbed her l*pstick and began to scribble nonsense onto the mirror. The more she scribbled, the more menacing she looked. She couldn’t stand the idea of falling from her

could already imagine what the upper-crust society would

got out. She would be

immediately.

lowered her gaze, her resolve turning into molten steel. She wouldn’t sit by and do nothing, even if it meant resorting to

l*pstick into the bin and heard the

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

crowd had gathered outside Margaret’s house. Firecrackers had been lit as the neighbors