The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 52 Yarwood Banquet Starts

However, the banquet venue was different from the previous time. Instead of the city center, the venue was at the Westland’s villa.

Wynter wasn’t riding her BMW Tomahawk. After loading the first aid kit and invitation card, she took a taxi.

Vaguely, she thought that she was hallucinating as this invitation card seemed to be different from before.

Getting into the taxi, she was still deep in thought.

The driver was surprised when he heard about her destination. “Ordinary people can’t visit the Caesar Hotel in Westland. I heard that all the big shots are going there today. Young

lady, are you…”

“I’m going to socialize.” Wynter smiled slightly.

The driver chuckled, “As I guessed. How could a young lady like you have the ability to

treat patients?”

She just smiled and said nothing.

The Caesar Hotel was divided into grades. The one in Southdale city center was open to

the public.

The one in Westland was Rose Manor, which integrated golf, shooting, horseback riding, and other high–end sports talks. It covered a large area located in the forest.

on providing top–notch service. Ordinary people

invitation card was the only ticket. Renowned doctors who received the invitation card all brought their apprentices or

the Lopezes, the Youngs, and the Shepherds were there. They all greeted each other, bringing along

awkwardly aside, communicating in low. voices. Entourage members without medical

antehall.

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observed the manor with greed. “Wow, it’s so

said that, she turned toward Hilda. “Thanks to you that Yve and

here. But

of venue.

don’t make such a fuss again when you get

Wanda nodded. “I understand.”

attention to her behavior. Although the Yates family was

around. Although she

couldn’t wait to meet the rumored

long time, everyone couldn’t help but feel curious as

started yet.

Why haven’t we seen the Yarwoods

they’re

is worth the Yarwoods waiting

were ignorant, especially those who

backgrounds.

vintage suit, fl*pping a coin. White hair slightly covered his deep eyebrows, and a hint

his righteous

“Grandpa, it’s getting late.”