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.”

for me.” Anthony’s eyes darkened, and his tone turned chilly. “Did

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body trembled.

no

only four years old, he was

the boss was around, Anthony then

even their subordinates

never got close

that with Wynter just

his duties, Vincent admitted it, bowing to explain his reasoning. “Young Master Anthony, this young lady has

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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

the boy’s words. He sat there. His black suit, seemingly tailor–made for him, was not wrinkled. On his wrist hung a string of bright red

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 all gone. Miss probably doesn’t like

though he was on his best behavior in front

lifted Anthony’s small face as he said, “My lifelong matters

the driver,

hint of illness, and an elegant demeanor,

the Yates

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Disdain from the Yates Family Towards

pick some gifts and send them to her first.” Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling

in cold sweat at being scrutinized by their boss.

her relationship with the Yates family. She would have to give them

want to see anyone from the Yates family. It would

the Yates family members were eager to approach her–just

Anthony, she was about to ride her bike back

“Why are you here?”

her adoptive mother, Wanda Scott. Her tone was full of disdain. It was so much so that

glanced over, and a group of people

Yates, there was also the Scott family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates was also there, acting like a precious star surrounded by a group of

something to an elderly person she was supporting. The elderly person seemed quite satisfied with Yvette.

the people behind her to see Wynter. Wanda blocked Wynter, saying,

her best to hide her annoyance, but her

you yesterday that your biological parents are in

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