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

Chapter 317 Precious Cargo

Alexis did not hold back. He named the people who had dropped by the house and described whatever they had carried on their persons.

“Ms. Naomi, whom the Quinnells sponsored, came by yesterday with

tonic for Mr. Quinnell Senior,” he said.

Wynter raised a brow. “Tonic?”

“Yes. She would drop by the company at first, but lately, she’s been

delivering tonics to the house,” Alexis elaborated.

“Assuming Grandpa didn’t drink it, I don’t think the tonic is the issue

here,” Wynter remarked plainly.

“Mr. Quinnell Senior didn’t take one sip of it,” Alexis confirmed. “I

didn’t let anyone into the house either. The only ones who came in

were the chef and Mr. Quinnell.

Wynter’s gaze darkened. “Mr. Quinnell?”

“Your father,” Alexis clarified, though he sounded reluctant to dive

into this conversation. “He got into a fight with Mr, Quinnell Senior

earlier.”

On the other line, Wynter appeared to be in deep thought. After a long pause, she said, “Alexis, could you prepare a few medicinal

ingredients for me? In the meantime, keep an eye on Grandpa and don’t let him see anyone until I get there, even Mr. Quinnell.”

The formality with which she addressed Shane told Alexis enough- she wouldn’t acknowledge Shane as her father anytime soon.

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“Don’t worry, Ms, Quinnell, I’ll take good care of Mr. Quinnell Senior,”

Alexis promised solemnly.

Alexis,” Wynter said. Her tone grew serious as she added,

let anyone see Grandpa

something was off

nightmare weeks ago.

normal circumstances, Fabian would have more

unless somebody

case, the person poisoning Fabian must have

or Fabian wouldn’t have let his

down.

her phone as she contemplated. The toxins

be slow

to worsen so suddenly today meant

phone

signing something.

glanced at the driver assigned to

her head at Wolf.

spacious as the Alpard was, Wolf was

it. He signed furiously, “Was this driver assigned

an eye on us? I don’t

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and sent a message to it.

can find on the

destination.”

the message on the tablet and

typing in codes.

turned to the driver and requested that he speed

he looked unassuming, he was

versed in combat.

importantly, the Alpard was the Yarwoods’ family car.

might

of the Quinnells, but to Dalton, she

the Yarwood household.

such, the driver dared not disobey her.

the fleet of cars behind them

still standing qutside Fabian’s study

and trying to force his way

ever, even as he

sighed and said, “Fine,