Chapter 1129

 1129 Some People Must Be Slapped
“Wynter’s fine as long as we’re with her,” Albert asserted.
With Shane as a precedent, Albert felt lingering anxiety. He understood his uncles’ feelings very well.
It wasn’t like the Quinnell family couldn’t support Wynter. If their shares weren’t enough, he could transfer all the companies he invested on Winnow Street under Wynter’s name.
She must not marry so early, no matter what.
There were few brothers in the world who would turn a blind eye to annulments.
Dalton, of course, noticed the Quinnell brothers’ caution. He understood their concern for their sister. After all, he had backed out of the engagement twice before.
Whenever he mentioned it to Fabian, his health became poor. And the Quinnell brothers were there when the engagement was canceled.
Dalton cleared his throat lightly. When he looked up, his eyes were on Wynter. His face, cold and pale, was so delicate it seemed it could shatter at a touch. His eyelashes fluttered slightly.
“I’d like to go as your fiancé. With me there, the Whitmans should at least not shut the door in your face. After all, it’s their niece’s first time bringing someone home.”
One had to admit that Dalton’s face was quite persuasive. It was as if not taking him along would be a slight against him. Wynter loved this fragile charm beneath his cold demeanor. Whenever he looked at her like that, she couldn’t help but relent. “Albert, he hasn’t fully recovered yet. If he comes with me this time, I can help him recuperate,” Wynter said, taking Dalton’s hand. Dalton lowered his gaze with a faint smile. His dark suit concealed the complex and sinister intentions lurking beneath.
At that moment, he resembled a classic antagonist from a novel who was hiding mischief behind a polished exterior.
It was easy to imagine how conflicted Albert must feel as Wynter’s brother.
Tobias had never had much imagination for scheming men before, but witnessing this scene made him understand that description.
Dalton was quite something. And Wynter… well, that was hard to say.
“Well then, I’ll go prepare,” Phil said with a polite smile before gracefully excusing himself.
There was a certain gentlemanly air about long-time butlers. Some old butlers even exuded more class than newly-minted family heirs. “Yes, Ms. Quinnell wishes to visit. Thank you.” Phil handled the arrangements at once.
He made a call first, then personally wrote several invitation letters with a quill. It was a tradition that had been maintained for years. While the Quinnell family had seen its ups and downs, Phil’s position among the butlers of aristocratic families had never wavered. The aristocratic families who received the invitations looked at the gold lettering and remarked, “The Quinnell family still upholds tradition.” “But why would the Quinnell family’s daughter suddenly want to visit us?”
“Well, it’s about time. After all, she’s a junior. But hasn’t she been said to not understand these customs?” “Regardless of whether she understands or not, her achievements in Kingbourne these days are undeniable. “Times have changed. The Quinnell family is at its peak now. All of you should know what to say, right?”
“I’ll do my best to have a good conversation with her.”
Some people, deep down, were just so ignorant of their prejudices. It was just like the negative speculations surrounding Wynter at the family reunion banquet.
They thought she, coming from a small place, wouldn’t last long in their circles.
Even if she had won against Naomi, she truly couldn’t compare to the young ladies raised in Kingbourne’s aristocratic circles in terms of social graces.
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