The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Slow Poisoning

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 the toxins that were working their way

through Fabian’s system.

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

“I would have sent my fleet of cars to bring you to Kingbourne, but that Yarwood brat told me his entourage offered more security.

Anyway, where’s your grandmother?”

“She said she’ll come over another day,” Wynter answered and immediately reached out to take Fabian’s pulse. “How are you feeling,

Grandpa?”

Fabian felt perfectly fine. “My temper got the better of me, I think.”

Without another word, Wynter pulled out her black pouch and took a

silver needle from it. She then swiftly stabbed the needle into Fabian’s

acupuncture detox point. When she pulled out the needle, the tip was

Chapter 320 Slow Poroning

nearly completely black.

Wynter looked grim at the sight.

Fabian froze. “Wynter, is that… poison?”

“Yes. The toxins were built up slowly in your system,” Wynter

concluded as she stored her needles.

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She took out a long, rectangular box, from which she produced a stalk

of herb. “Alexis, have someone remove the roots and cook only the

stem and leaves. Be careful, though, because the roots are poisonous.

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Alexis had no idea what the herb was, but the doctor who followed

him into the study had been privileged enough to come across the

herb before. “A Zenith herb! A real-life Zenith herb!”

Zenith herb was extremely hard to come by, and for Wynter to

produce an actual, freshly plucked one was surprising.

“You want this cooked?”

“Yes,” Wynter replied, sounding almost nonchalant about it.

Fabian had deduced from the doctor’s reaction that the herb was

extremely rare, hence his question.

The doctor smiled and said, “You’re lucky to have such a resourceful