A cold, unsmiling photo of Quinn was displayed. A beautiful face adorned by two piercingly cold eyes. Seeli may be a member of the Snow family, but the true "cold" character is Quinn. She doesn't smile easily, and she's very mysterious. Just a simple image on the hologram can capture everyone's attention with a single glance.
"Quinn Flos, 28 years old. She is the oldest of all the contestants." Although Mrs. Knox said the oldest to describe Quinn's age, she also explained that Quinn was actually more mature than the other contestants.
"She's so mature, and so attractive. She can do everything, everything about her is so perfect that I can't find even the slightest flaw. So perfect that I think she would be a perfect match for Xavier."
"Because Xavier is also so perfect, finding a partner without flaws is the most appropriate thing." The Knox family's madam and grandmother found agreement in their silence. They both wanted Quinn, Miss Quinn was their first choice since the 'flower arrangement' the other day. It was like finding a diamond that only appears once in a thousand years.
"When in the forest, her knowledge is also very broad, like a military woman, she doesn't seem afraid at all. Maybe you want a military daughter-in-law, even though Miss Flos is not a military member, she is better than ordinary women in general."
"Hahaha, why are you saying again that I only like Seed from the military? I like them all." Mrs. Knox smiled, while the grandmother snorted, "Do you think I don't know how much you like Miss Scarlett? It's fortunate that she has extraordinary abilities, otherwise, I would have criticized you for being biased from the start."
"I'm not biased. If I were, why would I even open this election? It's better to just appoint Miss Scarlett as Xavier's wife, that way we can save a lot of money." The grandmother still couldn't believe it, she rolled her eyes. Her daughter-in-law was a former vice general, the military was ingrained in her blood, of course she wanted a daughter-in-law who was also a member of the military.
The madam quickly changed the subject, her mother-in-law could bring up the same thing over and over again, and she returned her focus to Quinn Flos's profile. "From the data we have, Miss Flos has participated in the election many times. With her talent and abilities, she should have become the mistress of a prominent family by now, but at the age of 28, she still hasn't married. That's very strange." Reigna Knox examined everything on Quinn. Of all the Seeds—the data on the elections Quinn had participated in was the longest.
"Yes, I also see something odd here. A woman who could be said to be perfect like Miss Flos failed the selection so many times. It would be very strange if she failed simply because she didn't fit the criteria of the family in question, but after looking at the names of the families she has been with, I don't find any of them that meet any specific criteria."
In fact, of all the choices, the Knox family is the most complete. If these two ladies love Quinn and make her their number one, why do the other families ignore her?
"I think we should find out what the reason is. Maybe there's something about Miss Flos that we don't know."
"Maybe she's a troublemaker."
"I do not think so."
"Maybe she's being rude."
"She is very polite."
"Maybe she can't cook."
"Honestly, Miss Quinn's cooking is really delicious. My very picky eater husband can't stop praising it. Or is it because she's ugly?"
The two ladies stared at each other with furrowed brows. This wouldn't work because they didn't know the reason. Ultimately, they would both investigate further. Better now than later.
"The Flos family, didn't Miss Flos say that day that she was the last member of her family?" The Seeds who participated in the election for General Xavier were all confirmed to come from wealthy families. Including Quinn Flos. As one of the most prominent families of their time, the two Knox women had no idea that Quinn's parents were no longer alive.
"Then since her parents died she lived with her uncle, right?"
"Yes, Lord Harries Dariel. He was quite influential in society. The Dariel family adopted a woman named Helen as their daughter. Then Helen Dariel married Edmund Flos, they died twelve years ago." Since Quinn said both of her parents died, Mrs. Knox has been looking into the ins and outs of the Flos family. "I didn't find anything about their deaths, I only found a record that said Quinn was the only one left. There is no other data found."
It was very strange. From the beginning, the Flos family had been very reclusive from social view. Living in the southeast, they isolated themselves from the outside world. They didn't like to socialize much, keeping themselves tightly shut. Even until the death of the last Flos couple, no one knew about them. No news, no records. Vanished, or rather, everything about them was erased. Whether this was Quinn's request to assuage the grief over her parents' deaths, or someone deliberately covering it up.
Besides that, Harries Dariel also didn't say anything, he just took good care of his nephew like his own child.
With her hands clasped under her chin, the middle-aged woman's face looked grave. This wasn't an ordinary accidental death, her instincts told her.
She stared at Quinn's face in the hologram, which still held no smile. The same could be said for several other photos of Quinn. Both outside and inside the house, her expression remained unchanging, utterly cold, with a large wall telling her to stay away. Not to disturb the iceberg.
If she didn't want to be bothered, then why did she participate in this election? She didn't seem particularly ambitious about the past election, but she still did her best. The mistress suddenly remembered her brief conversation with Quinn after dinner.
"At first, Miss Flos didn't seem very interested in this election, but so far, you've been doing your best. I'm impressed," the lady said, praising her.
"I thought so too, but it turns out I can't do things half-heartedly. It seems my selfish nature of not wanting to lose is still there."
"Isn't that great? I'm satisfied with that never-say-die attitude."
"Hmm... it's just that, no matter how well I do, how well I do, or how satisfied you are, you won't choose me."
"Because I've been losing since I stepped into this election."
Those are words that are completely out of character for Quinn Flos. She's done everything well, yet she still won't be elected.
The more she looked, the colder Quinn's eyes became. The image on the hologram didn't change. The madam glanced at Quinn's temple, which was hidden by her bangs.
"Mother, what color is Miss Flos's flower?"
"Hmm? A? S? SS? I don't know."
The madam's brow furrowed. "You don't know?"
"Yeah, I don't know."
Returning to Quinn's hologram images, none of them show the flower on her temple. A woman is very proud of the flower on her temple. Even if it's just a style, no one would want to cover up the flower, which symbolizes everyone's identity as a resident of Soul Planet. It's their soul.
"I'll send someone to find out," she said.
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