Chapter 283 Spoiling Wynter

Abel cast a wistful gaze on the order form. "Man, I wonder when Grandpa will finally spoil me like this." Wynter skimmed the order form and pointed out, "This is a ridiculously expensive quotation, Abel." "Boss, be reasonable here. How are we going to convince the rich that we put out quality, high-end couture if we don't charge like it?" Abel was baffled by Wynter's reaction. Her stance had been different back when she had first analyzed the market. "The Quinnells aren't just your average rich family," Wynter said dryly, pulling her hair back. "Dare I suggest a 20% discount?" Abel asked. Wynter splashed water on her face. As droplets glimmered on her fresh, snow-white skin, she said decisively, "Make that 90%. And the clothes are on the house if they commission the jewelry." "Huh?" Abel wondered if Wynter was possessed, but dared not question her any further. After all, even with the abhorrent discount, they would still be raking in millions of dollars. After running the final