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.”

for me.” Anthony’s eyes darkened,

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whole body trembled. “Young Master

Kingbourne, no one

was only four years old, he was incredibly cunning, adept at disguises, and had a cold

around,

other times, even

got close to

behaved like that with Wynter just now, Vincent was genuinely

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

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me properly, and I fainted on the roadside. I had a

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

third brother was angry. Otherwise, he 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.

was even though he was on his best

small face as he said, “My lifelong matters

spoke, he glanced at the driver, signaling him

with a hint of illness, and

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9 Disdain from the Yates Family

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

at being scrutinized

with the Yates family. She would

little did he know that the current Wynter did not want to see

were eager to approach her–just like

she was about to ride her bike back when a familiar voice came from

“Why are you here?”

speaker was her adoptive mother, Wanda Scott. Her tone was full of disdain. It was so much so that she couldn’t even be bothered to call

a group of people stood not far

Scott family. The recently brought back Yvette Yates was also there, acting

elderly person she was supporting. The elderly person seemed

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

tried her best to hide her annoyance, but her tone still betrayed

are in the