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Wynter looked as sharp as she was stunning, a trait that a true

Quinnell heiress would have. None of the household staff dared

challenge her identity. They couldn’t even help staring at her.

They watched as she made her way from the threshold to the study in

long, confident strides. There was no denying her beauty as the staff

took in her chiseled profile.

Wynter never thought she could win over a crowd with her looks

alone, not that she particularly cared about winning anyone over. She was more concerned about thetoxins that were working their way

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As the door to the study swung open, Fabian leaped to his feet and grinned at Wynter. “Come here andlet me have a look at you, Wynter. Are you cold?