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.

Yarwoods‘ private club, it mainly focused on providing top–notch

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

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

prestigious family backgrounds sat awkwardly aside, communicating in low. voices.

antehall.

Vorwood Baret

with greed. “Wow, it’s so beautiful and

turned toward Hilda. “Thanks to you that Yve and

Hilda’s first time here. But she pretended

of venue.

don’t make such a fuss again when you

Wanda nodded. “I understand.”

to her behavior. Although the Yates family was wealthy, it was nothing compared

looking around. Although she

as she couldn’t wait to meet

couldn’t help

started yet.

Why haven’t we

they’re waiting for

worth the Yarwoods waiting

they were ignorant, especially

backgrounds.

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

from his righteous

“Grandpa, it’s getting late.”