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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cousin’s nervous reply. “Mr.

tell Mr. Quinnell until

Quinnell will be coming home

take this to the grave. And you didn’t

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

make preparations.”

preparations her cousin was talking about.

family had exhausted

looking for their

Naomi’s adoption would

had taken care of Naomi for years, and she was so happy to learn that Naomi was going

for the long-lost heiress

whole thing was too

paled when she glanced at Naomi’s tightly-shut

door.

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

looked nothing like the cool-headed and proper young lady she had always portrayed herself as.

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

imagine what the upper-crust society would

this got out. She would be cast out

immediately.

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

her l*pstick into the bin and heard the

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

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