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.”

information, and she promised to wait for me.” Anthony’s

of the

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trembled.

the entire city of Kingbourne, no one

other children. Even though he was only four years old, he was incredibly cunning, adept at disguises, and had a

boss was around, Anthony then would obediently

other times, even their subordinates feared

never got close to

like that with

explain his reasoning. “Young Master Anthony, this young lady has a bad

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properly, and I fainted on the roadside. I had a sudden heatstroke.

the boy’s words. He sat there. His black suit, seemingly tailor–made for him, was not

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,

on his best behavior in front

fingers lifted Anthony’s small face as he said, “My lifelong matters don’t require your concern.

he glanced at the driver, signaling him to start

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

Disdain from the Yates Family Towards

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from the Yates Family Towards

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

was drenched in cold sweat at being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly

the Yates family.

but little did he know that the current Wynter did not want to see anyone from the Yates family.

members were

her bike back when a familiar voice came from her

“Why are you here?”

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

over, and a group of people stood

Yates, there was also the Scott family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates

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

the people behind her to see Wynter. Wanda blocked Wynter, saying, “I’m asking

hide her annoyance, but her tone still betrayed

are in the countryside. What are you doing at Caesar