Chapter 571 My Name Is Miss Quinnell

• It was actually a Quinnell family member. Wynter could be so sure since the two individuals had a similar appearance. Her grandfather and the elderly guy in the newspaper looked more than a little alike from a distance. No, it wasn't like that. One may argue that her grandfather's physical attributes and commanding demeanor were inherited from her great-grandfather. Wynter folded the newspaper and turned to face the steam-powered automobiles and rickshaws that were moving back and forth. Then she murmured, "Let's go," taking Isla's hand. The fact that even a paperboy knew the truth was too obvious for anybody else to miss.
• Additionally, Wynter thought the Quinnells would never work with the Foplyans. There has to be a cause for it. Wynter, who was related to the Quinnells, was concerned about how it might impact their family. What mattered most, though, was that she had discovered the quickest route into that building. She also didn't have to enter covertly. "It's not in this direction, Wynter." "I am aware that this is not the path. We must first adjust our attire because we are now too noticeable. A cover-up? A bewildered Isla was dragged into Hawford's priciest shop.
• The French Concession patrons were very interested in contemporary clothing. Things would go more easily if one were dressed in contemporary attire during that time. Isla had previously visited, and she enjoyed selling camellias to the patrons the most. The reason for this was that the women and gentlemen in this place would purchase a few flowers. Here, she had never felt unimportant. Isla was unable to understand the wealthy and multilingual clientele. Ironically, though, this was the first time the Foplyans had ever bullied anyone here. Instead, they were courteous to them, which Isla found incomprehensible. After giving Isla a quick glance, a store employee waved her hand and said, "Go away."