Chapter 283 Spoiling Wynter
Abel cast a wistful gaze on the order form. “Man, I wonder when
Grandpa will finally spoil me like 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.
Wynter 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 time fitting 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
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