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 his tone turned chilly. “Did you drive her

Wealthiest Heir of the Prestigious Family,

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body trembled.

city of Kingbourne, no one dared to

though he was only four years old, he was incredibly

when the boss was around, Anthony then would

times, even

never got

like that with Wynter just now, Vincent was genuinely

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

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could 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

Yarwood.” Dalton, in the backseat, interrupted the boy’s words. He sat there. His black suit, seemingly tailor–made for him, was not

Dalton’s arms,

even though he was on his

His fingers lifted Anthony’s small face as he said, “My

Dalton spoke, he glanced at the driver, signaling

a breathtaking face. With a sharp nose, pale skin, light–colored l*ps with a hint of

Disdain from the

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Disdain from the

pick some gifts and send them to her first.” Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling on Vincent. “In a few days, I’ll bring Anthony to personally visit

in cold sweat at being scrutinized by their

relatively easy, considering her relationship with the Yates family. She would have

the current Wynter did not want to see anyone from the Yates family. It would bring back too many

were eager

off Anthony, she was about to ride her

“Why are you here?”

Wanda Scott. Her tone was full of disdain. It was so much so that she

group of people stood not

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

person she was supporting. The elderly person seemed quite satisfied with Yvette. She patted Yvette’s hand gently, exuding an elegant

to see Wynter. Wanda blocked Wynter, saying, “I’m

to hide her annoyance,

yesterday that your biological parents are in the countryside. What are you doing