Chapter 603

As soon as Jenny mentioned the Quinnells, the man, Mark Walters, immediately lowered his head and bowed.
“Ms. Quinnell, you didn’t have to come personally. If you like Isla and want her to run some errands for you, I can bring her to you instead.”
Mark tried to cotton up to Wynter as he said, “My grandfather has had business dealings with Mr. Quinnell Senior before.”
Such was the Quinnell family’s prominence in the business world. It was said that even the Foplyans had to suck up to them.
Mark was no fool. He only believed what Jenny said because of Wynter’s attire.
The dress she was wearing looked expensive, and he could also see her pearl necklace. The most valuable item on Wynter would be the crystal clear purple sugilite pendant.
Mark was from a wealthy family, though it was difficult to tell with his current appearance. But his opium addiction and gambling habits were too costly.
The members of this family were all burdensome to him, especially the smelly, half-dead Jenny.
Mark’s eyes met Wynter’s. While smiling and sniffling, he said, “Ms. Quinnell, I’ll go over with you. You can pay however much you deem fit, and you are welcome to give more if you really like her.” “You have sold my sister, and now you want to sell me, too?” growled Isla as she approached him.
Mark gave her a hard slap that threw her to the ground. “You are a good-for-nothing like your mother. Don’t you dare act up.”
After slapping Isla, the man wanted to kick her too, beating her as if she were an animal.
Without saying another word, Wynter grabbed the man’s arm. Following that was a loud crack as Wynter broke his arm.
Mark fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.
Wynter looked down at him and said, “I don’t like people who hurt others in front of me.”
Disgruntled with Wynter, Mark tried to get up, but Wynter raised her hand and pointed the muzzle of her gun to his head, saying, “Continue moving if you want to die.”
Mark turned pale. “Ms. Quinnell, it… i-it’s my fault. I saw that the girl was being disobedient—”
“Take out the money in your pocket,” Wynter interrupted him, “and then get out of here.”
Mark quickly emptied his pockets and pulled out a few crumpled bills before crawling out of the room. He dared not to lift his head for fear that Wynter would shoot him. He felt Wynter’s murderous rage, and at the same time, it made him realize something.
He remembered that the Quinnell family didn’t have a daughter!
Wynter was a phony.
After leaving the room, Mark’s expression changed. He would tell the Quinnell family about this matter.
As soon as he left, calm returned to the room.
Wynter approached Jenny and said, “You don’t actually want to sell Ista, do you? You thought that since you couldn’t stop him from selling her, you could get Isla to go with me instead.”
Tears streamed down Jenny’s face. “I had no choice about where I live or who I marry. I only wish that Isla and Lily could live well.
“When they’re old enough, I hope they will not easily trust the words of any men they might meet.
“I wasn’t even able to protect my
daughters at all. Not a single one of them. Lily has been gone for so long. If anything were to happen to Isla, even if I died, I would not be at peace.”
Seeing Jenny’s condition, Wynter asked, “How did you get this illness?”
“He pimped me out to the landlords and Foplyans,” Jenny answered, tightly clenching her fists.
Indescribable hatred darkened her
eyes. “He also took my Lily away saying he was bringing her to be photographed for the newspaper. Yet the newspaper is out now, but my daughter has not returned!”
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