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Chapter 95: Ms. Quinnell’s Weirdness
Wynter stood up immediately, her expression cool and aloof. Without saying another word, she grabbed her black bag and tossed a dismissive glance toward the group.
“Ryan, let’s go. The Quinnells don’t need treatment.”
Furious with Fiona’s behavior, Ryan quickly tried to explain, his voice tinged with urgency. “Wynter, Ms. Naomi is different from the rest of the Quinnells. You—”
Before he could finish, a soft, gentle voice interrupted them.
“Mr. Lloyd?”
Fiona instantly shifted her demeanor, greeting the newcomer with newfound respect. “Ms. Naomi, what brings you here?”
Naomi Quinnell appeared like something out of a fairy tale, her delicate steps sweeping the floor as she held up the hem of her dress. Her long, lustrous hair was elegantly pinned with a diamond clip, and her pale face was framed by soft, ethereal features. “What do you mean by ‘different from the Quinnells’? The Quinnells raised me, and I’ll repay them when I can.”
Fiona shot a venomous glare at Ryan, clearly upset by his words.
Ignoring her glare, Ryan stayed focused on the matter at hand. “Ms. Naomi, what I meant was that while the Quinnells are always humble, Dr. Genius is Mr. Quinnell Senior’s guest. Ms. Young offended her as soon as she arrived. What will happen if she refuses to treat Mr. Quinnell Senior in the future?”
Ryan had scoured Southdale to find a talent like Wynter, and he was not about to let someone like Fiona sabotage that chance. He needed Wynter’s help.
Fiona was about to speak, but Naomi raised her voice sharply. “Aunt Fiona!”
Fiona, recognizing the warning in Naomi’s tone, quickly held back her words.
Naomi approached Wynter, her voice soft and apologetic. “Miss, I don’t know what Aunt Fiona said to upset you, but I’m sorry for her behavior.”
Wynter nodded, her face still unreadable. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it?” Fiona’s frustration boiled over. “Mr. Lloyd, does she know the proper etiquette?”
Naomi gently tugged at Fiona’s sleeve, a subtle plea for calm. “Aunt Fiona, don’t raise your voice. We’re in public.”
She then turned to Wynter, her gaze softening as she pulled out a thick stack of cash from her Chanel bag. “Aunt Fiona values etiquette, so she couldn’t accept your behavior. This money is our way of showing sincerity.”
The words sounded like an apology, but the underlying message was clear: Wynter had been disrespectful.
Wynter’s eyes lingered on the stack of bills, and a wry smile tugged at her lips. “The Quinnells are really ‘humble,’” she remarked dryly.
Naomi’s eyes widened, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “Do you think this isn’t enough? I have another card here,” she said, moving toward Wynter.
As Naomi approached, the overwhelming scent of perfume assaulted Wynter’s senses, making her head spin. She couldn’t help but sneeze, stepping back a few paces and shaking her head. “No need.”
Despite the clear rejection, Fiona pouted and crossed her arms. “Ms. Naomi, forget it. She won’t thank you.”
Naomi’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Did I misunderstand something? Why won’t you accept the money?”
Wynter raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp. “Oh? Misunderstand? The money you’re holding belongs to the Quinnells, doesn’t it? How generous of you, using other people’s money.”
Her voice was laced with sarcasm, and she made no effort to hide her disdain.
Naomi blinked, her expression faltering. Her eyes quickly grew misty, as if on the verge of tears. She looked at Ryan with a slight tremor in her voice. “Mr. Lloyd…”
Ryan was genuinely confused now. “Ms. Naomi, if you’re not ill, why did you ask me to call a doctor?”
Wynter’s voice was firm as she spoke, addressing Ryan directly. “Ryan, handle this yourself. Don’t come to me with this again.”
She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she turned and walked away, her steps purposeful.
The strong perfume that clung to Naomi’s body had made her feel unsettled. But there was something more. Beneath the scent, there was another layer to the smell—something faintly familiar, almost like a distant memory.
Wynter frowned, trying to place it, but the more she thought about it, the more elusive it became. The smell was definitely something she had encountered before. She couldn’t quite remember where, but it made her feel… uneasy.
