The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299 Go Back to Kingbourne 

Clenching her fists, Yvette recalled the threat of the silver needle aimed at her. She would’ve scarred her face if she hadn’t ducked. It was clear that Wynter was aiming for her life! 

Since arriving at Hawford, Yvette basked in reverence and admiration. Yet, Wynter didn’t bother to show her respect. 

After a moment of pondering, Yvette caressed her face and spoke in a pitiful tone, “I know it’s harsh for you, but the Whitman family deserves to learn the divination from your horoscopes.” 

Wynter retorted as she fiddled with her needles, “Do you not 

understand why you’re still alive? Are you even worthy of calling me your sister? 

“You can fool others with your tricks, but you’d better show some restraints around me. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee my needle won’t find its mark next time.” 

Yvette fearfully retreated a step, knowing that Wynter meant every word she said. In truth, Yvette wouldn’t be standing there if it weren’t for Margaret. 

Even so, Yvette felt a deep sense of indignation. Despite her ability to foresee the future, she remained inferior to Wynter. 

Yvette bit her bottom lip and glanced sideways. Instantly, those who benefitted from venture capitalism on her advice stepped up to defend her. 

“You’re Ms. Quinnell, right? I’m sure you’re still unfamiliar with the 

rules in Hawford. If you have any questions, you can always ask for clarification. 

“We’re willing to overlook your ignorance for Mr. Whitman 

sake, but you should watch your words,” one reprimanded sharply. 

“That’s right. You have no idea how much profit we’ve made with Ms. Yates‘ guidance. How dare you accuse her of being a swindler?” 

another fumed. 

“Ms. Yates was simply showing her concern, yet you threatened her with your needles. I can’t imagine your upbringing. I suggest you provide her some proper education, Mr. Whitman Senior,” someone 

else said with a snicker. 

The group gathered around and berated Wynter. 

Seeing the commotion, Kenton feigned a gentle smile and proceeded to ease the tension. “That’s enough, you guys. Mr. Whitman Senior 

did mention Ms. Quinnell isn’t familiar with the rules in Hawford. Just give her some time.” 

“In that case, she should go back to Kingbourne! How dare she slander Ms. Yates in Hawford? It’s utterly absurd,” someone retorted. 

At that moment, Wynter let out a soft chuckle. “Indeed. To think that you’re investing in stocks based on a fortune teller’s advice–that’s definitely news to me.” 

Her remark sparked a fury among the group. Most of them reddened in anger, appearing far from the composed professional venture capitalists one expected. 

In the end, they were merely hypocrites seeking illicit gains and had questionable connections with the Wray family. 

Yvette couldn’t have achieved such fame if it weren’t for the Wrays‘ support. Yet, Wynter couldn’t shake the feeling that the scene was eerily familiar. 

It reminded her of the fake fortune teller who had gathered such prominent individuals in Kingbourne. A similar scheme was played at 

Hawford.