Chapter 637
637 The Truth About the Quinnell Family
Even Sebastian frowned. Was the legendary Dalton this shameless in the rumors?
Fabian, however, seemed to have figured it out.
From this banquet alone, it was evident that the Quinnell family had been declining over the years.
But the Yarwood family was different. With Dalton’s, support, Wynter’s later years could be much
smoother.
Once inside the study, Fabian gestured for Alexis to close the door. Then, he strolled over to the
bookshelf and moved one of the books.
With a click, the shelf shifted.
Tobias didn’t know there was a hidden compartment behind Fabian’s bookshelf.
Inside, there was a well–crafted leather chest. On the wall were some newspapers from the special
period, along with some documents and photos. Among these lay a well–preserved lucky coin.
When Wynter saw the coin, her gaze paused.
Fabian approached and picked up a family portrait from the shelf. “I’m not a dutiful son. I haven’t
passed on the Quinnell family to the next generation yet. Luckily, I have a granddaughter now.”
Smiling, he continued, “Today, I can finally give your great–great–grandpa some peace of mind.”
With that, he started explaining. “The Quinnell family didn’t start in Kingbourne. We have control over
various trading firms.”
Fabian looked at his grandchildren. “Even now, reactivating these firms will impact some people. In the
heyday of the Quinnell family in Hawford, we attracted the Foplyans‘ attention.
“I was young
then. I let the people from the Youth Daily get away, and my family put a lot of effort into rescuing me.
You’ve all been to school, so you should understand that in those days, Cascadia had
nothing.
“The Foplyans used me to threaten your great–great–grandpa, demanding that the Quinnell family help
them recruit students and report some firms to them. Their ambitions were clear.
“But those weren’t real schools. A Quinnell exposed their intentions. They claimed to be running
schools but were actually conducting human experiments on our Cascadian children. At the time, the
Youth Daily and international papers all reported it.
“Your great–great–grandpa took the evidence to the negotiating table. He thought that the Foplyans,
feeling guilty and fearful, would disappear from Cascadia.”
Fabian stroked the family photo. “But Cascadia was weak back then. We had no diplomatic power, so
no
one truly stood up for Cascadia. We could only rely on ourselves.
“As long as these trading firms were active, they would be coveted by Foplya or others. Your great–
great-
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grandpa didn’t want to work for Foplya in exchange for me. He exchanged his own life for the Quinnell
family’s peace.
“Since then, all trading firms have been operating in secret. They served the Youth Daily and other
ambitious individuals by providing resources and financial support.
“Your great–great–grandpa said Cascadia would have its own schools, and its future would be bright.
He believed that day would come but didn’t live to see it.
“As a member of the Quinnell family, I’ve never revealed these trading firms until today.”
Fabian set down the photo. “Wynter, this is the truth about the Quinnell family. Get ready to take over.
Some things from the Quinnell family, even if kept hidden, must never fall into the wrong hands.”
Being a national businessman was never just a casual title.
Wynter looked at the elderly figure in the photo.