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

Heir of the Prestigious Family,

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trembled. “Young Master

no one

only four years old, he

the boss was around, Anthony then would obediently

even

never got close to

behaved like that with Wynter just now, Vincent was

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

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properly, and I fainted on the roadside. I had

the 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

into Dalton’s

was even though he was on his

lifted Anthony’s small face

spoke, he glanced at the driver, signaling him

mirror revealed 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

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the Yates

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

being scrutinized by their

Ms. Quinnell was relatively easy, considering her relationship with the Yates family. She would have to give

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

members were eager to approach her–just like

about to ride her bike

“Why are you here?”

disdain. It was so much so

glanced over, and a group of

The recently brought back Yvette Yates was also

whispering something to an elderly person she was supporting. The elderly person seemed quite satisfied with Yvette. She patted Yvette’s

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

her best to hide her annoyance, but her

biological parents are in the countryside. What