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.”

promised to wait for me.” Anthony’s eyes darkened, and his tone turned chilly. “Did you drive her

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whole body trembled.

no one dared to provoke this

four years old, he was incredibly cunning, adept at disguises, and had

when the boss was around,

even their

never got

when Anthony behaved like that with

to explain his reasoning. “Young Master Anthony, this young lady has a bad reputation. I was afraid

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intentions 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

backseat, interrupted 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 beads that gave off an air of cold elegance. “Don’t speak

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 all gone.

his

let out a long sigh. His fingers lifted Anthony’s small face

spoke, he glanced at the

skin, light–colored l*ps with a hint of illness, and an elegant demeanor, who else could it be but Dalton Yarwood,

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Disdain from the

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

sweat at being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly

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

current Wynter did not want to see anyone from

members were

ride her

“Why are you here?”

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

and a group of people stood not far

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

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

Wynter. Wanda blocked

her best to hide her annoyance, but her tone still

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