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

Heir of the Prestigious Family,

2/2

whole body trembled. “Young

city of Kingbourne, no one dared to provoke

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

the boss was around, Anthony then would obediently

even their

never got close to

that with Wynter just now, Vincent

young lady has a bad reputation. I was afraid

||

“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,

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

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.

he was on his best behavior in front

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

he glanced at the

nose, pale skin, light–colored l*ps with a hint of illness, and

9 Disdain from the

1/2

the

her first.” Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling on Vincent. “In a few days, I’ll bring

at being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly

relationship with the

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

Yates family members were eager to approach her–just

dropped off Anthony, she was about to ride her bike back when a familiar voice came from

“Why are you here?”

was so much

glanced over, and a group

also the Scott family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates

to an elderly person she was supporting. The elderly person seemed

clearly didn’t want the people behind her to see Wynter. Wanda blocked Wynter, saying, “I’m asking you a

best to hide her

biological parents are in the countryside. What are you

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255