The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334 Suggesting Ms. Quinnell Not Stay in Kingbourne

Ronan initially wanted to say Wynter came from “a small place” with limited vision. Yet, seeing her composed demeanor made him doubt himself. No matter what anyone said, whoever Fabian acknowledged

was the one!

Ronan reassured himself with this thought. Wynter still smiled lightly with a distinguished demeanor. She didn’t bother chatting with Fabian.

“We’re here.” Ronan glanced around and noted, “We really do have to

queue.”

Indeed, there was a huge crowd. People who had appointments were lined up from inside to outside. The store’s antique facade displayed

a dazzling array of antiques.

A person holding a sl*p of paper exited jubilantly, beaming. “The

fortune teller said if I drink this prescription, I’ll surely have a son!”

“The fortune teller knew you wanted a son?!” someone nearby

exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right! The divination was so accurate. I’m thoroughly

convinced!”

Hearing this, those in line grew even more anxious. Just then, two

individuals dressed like scholars came out and announced loudly..

“Today’s fortune-telling slots are full. We are sorry for any

inconvenience caused. Please come back another day if you’re distressed.”

Chapter 334 Suggesting Ms. Quinnell Not Stay in Kingbourne

“Distressed?” Wynter’s eyes flicked up when she heard this.

Worried that Wynter was pondering too deeply, Ronan whispered, ” Ms. Quinnell, don’t worry. We’ll use another entrance and wait for the

crowd to disperse.”

Those who had queued for so long were hardly willing to disperse.

However, it was Darrell’s rule.

After 2:00 p.m., he no longer told fortunes but only allowed item requests. These were items that ordinary people could hardly afford as they often cost tens of thousands of dollars.

As the scholars said, people had no choice but to plan to return another day. Some even sought scalpers to queue for them, each

relying on their means.

Once most people had left, Ronan approached, handing the scholars some money. One scholar smiled. Sir Rathbone, that’s very kind of you. Please come inside.”

Ronan looked back at Wynter.

One of the scholars frowned. “Who is this?”