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

Chapter 324 Dead Fish

The person who spoke was wearing a hood that obscured his profile. ”

Yes, sir. The set-up was done according to your orders. It’s so subtle

that no one will likely notice anything is amiss.

“Besides, Fabian is too full of himself to believe in fortune predictions

that are based on object placements. The Quinnell family will be eliminated in two years, tops.”

The old man in the armchair drawled, “I told you, our goal isn’t to

eliminate the entire Quinnell family.” He rose to his feet. “The

Quinnells are tenacious, so we’ll have to break them one by one.

“Granted, those who are hardly ever home would be tough to deal

with, but the entertainment industry is vicious. We can start by

targeting the youngest son.”

“You’re right, I forgot about the youngest son,” the person in the

hooded shirt said, chuckling. “I suppose he makes for an easier target

than his brothers.”

the beads of his bracelet. “Try to be subtle

1. Now go.”

“Yes, sir.”

more than a decade for them to slowly rearrange the set-up in the Quinnell residence. They weren’t worried

in this day and age

problems that lay within

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everything went

their downfall soon.

lackey had anticipated the Quinnells’ long-lost heiress, who had supposedly grown up in a village, to be Atwater’s disciple. In fact, Wynter was

did not stay at the Quinnell residence. However, she had taken pictures of every

but it still

for Margaret and Wolf to stay in a

large bed to the othe when he suddenly glanced up at the aquarium in the

to Margaret to tell her he had nothing

her shopping list for tomorrow when her attention fell on the aquarium. She gasped. “Oh, what do we do? I don’t even

thought about it, but just as he was about to snap a picture of the

room.

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Margaret, what are you trying to replace? I’ll get someone to help you with it.”

ever, he gave Margaret an apologetic look. “I’m sorry I couldn’t

two days.

thinking about having dinner with you, but it’s getting late.

we stroll around

when she saw him and said, Ernest, what do we do about the fish? They must have died from lack of oxygen, the poor things. Could you talk to the