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.”

she promised to wait for me.” Anthony’s eyes darkened, and his tone

Heir of the Prestigious Family,

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trembled.

of Kingbourne, no one dared to provoke

different from the other children. Even though he was only four years old, he was incredibly cunning, adept at disguises,

was around, Anthony then would

other times, even

got close

behaved like that with

considering his duties, Vincent admitted it, bowing to explain his reasoning. “Young Master Anthony, this young lady has a bad reputation. I was

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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 on the road.

Yarwood.” Dalton, 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

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,

was on his

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

he glanced at the driver, signaling him

a breathtaking face. With a sharp nose, pale skin, light–colored l*ps with a hint of illness, and an elegant demeanor, who else could it be but Dalton Yarwood, the

from the Yates

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from the Yates

the person who saved Anthony’s life, pick some gifts and send them to her first.” Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling on Vincent. “In

being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly responded,

relationship with the Yates family. She would have to

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

the Yates family members were eager

her bike back when a familiar voice came from her

“Why are you here?”

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

and a group of people stood not far

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

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 harmonious

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

best to hide her annoyance, but her tone still

your biological parents are in the countryside. What are you