NovelEnglishChapter 283 Spoiling Wynter Abel cast a wistful gaze on the order form. "Man, I wonder when Grandpa will finally spoillike this." Wynter skimmed the order form and pointed out, "This is a ridiculously expensive quotation, Abel." "Boss, be reasonable here. How are we going to convince the rich that we put out quality, high-end couture if we don't charge like it?" Abel was baffled by Wynter's reaction. Her stance had been different back when she had first analyzed the market.
"The Quinnells aren't just your average rich family," Wynter said dryly, pulling her hair back.
"Dare I suggest a 20% discount?" Abel asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWynter splashed water on her face. As droplets glimmered on her fresh, snow-white skin, she said decisively, “Make that 90%. And the clothes are on the house if they commission the jewelry." "Huh?" Abel wondered if Wynter was possessed, but dared not question her any further. After all, even with the abhorrent discount, they would still be raking in millions of dollars.
After running the final quotation by Wynter, he mused, "I wonder who the infamous Ms. Quinnell might be. My last lead indicated she was at Havenlight County. Do you think she's from the village there? "If so, Mr. Quinnell Senior's going to have his work cut out for him.
He'll have to educate her on the stuffy mannerisms and cultured interests, or she'd have a hard tfitting into high society." Abel sighed.
Wynter was brushing her teeth and didn't respond immediately.
When she was sure Abel was done talking, she wiped the corners of her m*uth and asked slowly, "Why would she have a hard time?" "You wouldn't know, Boss, since you've never been to Kingbourne." Abel glanced over his shoulder and straightened up. “Let's take my grandfather as an example. He used to be well-respected in Kingbourne before moving to Southdale.
"Now that he's back here, his old connections couldn't even help you get a spot in any of the schools here. If my grandfather's already having a hard time, imagine how bad things will be for Ms. Quinnell, who grew up in a village. She'd beca laughingstock." He sounded rather sure of himself as he added, "The Quinnells do charity on the side and have been sponsoring underprivileged students for stime. They adopted one of the orphans, and she is now a well-known socialite in Kingbourne.
"How is a cloistered bumpkin like Ms. Quinnell going to compete with a well-cultured young lady like that? She's already lost the battle before it even started! Poor thing." Abel was starting to think that his family wasn't that bad. At the very least, Quinton wouldn't walk all over him.
However, Wynter smirked. There was ice in her voice when she asked, "Who are you calling a cloistered bumpkin?" "Ms. Quinnell, of course! She..." Abel paused. He considered Wynter's wry response. As realization dawned upon him, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. "B- Boss, don't tellyou're..." Wynter cut him off dryly, "Yes, I am-to quote your delicate description -the cloistered bumpkin who will becthe laughingstock of Kingbourne."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was a thud as Abel fell to his knees in shock. He hurriedly om explained, "Hearout, Boss. I was only analyzing the situation. Those fancypants in Kingbourne are the snobs here, not me!" He could have cried as fear rushed through him. “I truly had no idea you were the long-lost daughter of the Quinnell family. I mean, didn't we turn down the order the last time?"
It had only been a day since Abel found out Wynter was his boss, and O now, he had to cope with the groundbreaking news that she was the Quinnells' long-lost heiress. He wasn't sure his heart could take any more surprises.
"I only just found out myself," Wynter said, not bothering with details Abel immediately took up the role of a strategist, albeit an unconvincing one. "In that case, you've got to squeeze the Quinnells for what they're worth, Boss.
"These people adopted someone else before they found you, and now you'll have to compete with her for your birthright. If my father did something like this, Grandpa would have kicked him out of the house!" Wynter raised a brow. "Are you trying to drive a wedge betweenand my family?"
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