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.”

didn’t even get Miss‘ contact information, and she promised to wait for me.” Anthony’s

Heir of the Prestigious Family,

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body trembled. “Young

city of Kingbourne, no one dared

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

was around,

even their subordinates feared

never got

with

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

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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

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 hung a string of bright red beads that

m*uth tightened. He threw himself into Dalton’s arms, his voice muffled, ” Dalton,

his best behavior in front of Wynter

let out a long sigh. His fingers lifted Anthony’s small face as he said, “My lifelong matters don’t require your concern.

glanced at the driver, signaling him to start the

with a hint of illness, and an elegant demeanor, who else could it

the

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from the Yates Family

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

was drenched in cold sweat at being scrutinized by their boss. He

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

he know that the current Wynter did not want to see anyone from the

the Yates family members were eager

she was about to ride her bike

“Why are you here?”

disdain. It was so

and a group

brought back Yvette Yates

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

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

her best to hide her annoyance, but her

told you yesterday that your biological parents are in