The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 8 The Wealthiest Heir of the Prestigious Family, Dalton Yarwood

As for how the man looked, Wynter didn’t see it. Being a medical student, she had a keen sense of the smell of medicinal herbs. The moment the car window was lowered, she caught

a faint scent of herbs.

Wynter was well–versed in “Shaun’s Classics of Medicinal Herbs,” and she knew that people suffering from chronic illnesses might be sensitive to light.

Vincent urged, “Young Master Anthony, do you want to meet the boss first?”

Anthony got distracted and said to Wynter, “Miss, wait for me here. Don’t run around, okay?

I’ll be back soon.”

Wynter nodded, and Anthony hurried toward the car.

Left behind, Vincent handed over a card and said, “Thanks to Ms. Quinnell for saving our

young master. This is a token of appreciation. Please accept it.”

“You know my last name is Quinnell? That means you know me.” Wynter smiled playfully, her eyes hinting mischief. “You don’t seem to want to thank me. Rather, it looks like you’re in a hurry to distance yourself from me.”

Vincent tapped his fingertip and said, “Ms. Quinnell, you’ve misunderstood.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She glanced at Anthony. “Tell him later that I’ve left.”

With that, she stood up from the steps, showing no intention of turning back.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the fake young lady kicked out by the Yates family would get entangled with their young master.

In the lingering twilight, Wynter, with her black bag in hand, had her dark hair elegantly fastened with a wooden hairpin. Now that she was bathed in the afterglow, her departure was both brisk and beautiful.

Inside the Maybeck, Dalton tilted his head and only caught a glimpse of this scene. He

touched Anthony’s head, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Is that the person who saved you?”

“Where?” Anthony sat up straight before he panicked. “Why did she leave? Vincent!”

Vincent approached, bowing. “Young Master Anthony.”

Miss‘ contact information, and she promised to wait for me.” Anthony’s eyes darkened, and

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trembled. “Young Master

Kingbourne, no one dared to provoke

though he was only four years

was around, Anthony then would obediently

times, even their

got

with Wynter

Anthony, this young lady has a bad reputation. I was afraid she might

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she have?” Anthony’s coldness intensified, “You didn’t take care of me properly, and I fainted on the roadside. I had a sudden heatstroke. If it weren’t for Miss, even if I didn’t get kidnapped by bad people, I might have died

in the backseat, interrupted the boy’s words. He sat there. His black suit, seemingly tailor–made for him, was not wrinkled. On his wrist

his third brother was angry. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used his full name. Anthony’s small m*uth tightened. He threw himself into Dalton’s arms, his voice muffled, ” Dalton, I finally found a sister–in–law for myself. Now, it’s

even though he was on his best

long sigh. His fingers lifted Anthony’s small face as he

he glanced at the driver, signaling him

face. With a sharp nose, pale skin, light–colored l*ps with a hint of illness, and an elegant demeanor, who else could

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her first.” Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling on Vincent. “In a few

at being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly

with the Yates family. She would have

know that the current Wynter did not want to see anyone

family members were eager to approach her–just

ride her bike back when a familiar voice came from

“Why are you here?”

mother, Wanda Scott. Her tone was full of disdain. It was so much so that she couldn’t even be bothered to call Wynter by her

group of people stood

family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates was also there, acting like a

person seemed quite satisfied with Yvette. She

Wynter. Wanda blocked Wynter, saying, “I’m asking you a

to hide her annoyance, but her

parents are in the countryside. What are you doing at