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.”

to wait for me.” Anthony’s eyes

Heir of

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body trembled. “Young

no

years old, he was incredibly cunning, adept

was around, Anthony then would obediently follow

other times, even their subordinates

got close

Anthony behaved like that with Wynter just now,

“Young Master Anthony, this young lady has a bad reputation. I was afraid she might

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doesn’t even know me. What 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 didn’t get kidnapped by bad people, I might have died

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 arms,

was on his best behavior in front of Wynter

fingers lifted Anthony’s small face as he said, “My lifelong matters don’t

Dalton spoke, he glanced at the

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

from the

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from the Yates Family Towards

Dalton coughed lightly, his mysterious and profound gaze falling on Vincent. “In a few

in cold sweat at being scrutinized by their boss. He quickly

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

want to see anyone from the Yates family. It would bring back too many

family members were eager to

her bike back

“Why are you here?”

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

over, and a group of people stood not far

also the Scott family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates was also

seemed quite

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

to hide her annoyance, but her tone still

are in the countryside. What

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