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

The Envlable Mr. Yarwood

Max wasn’t daft; he realized he was being led into a trap. Puffing out his ch*eks, he replied, “Boss is kind to us too!”

“Oh, really?” Wynter’s eyes twinkled with disappointment. She had hoped to glean some useful information, but Max, despite his loquaciousness, was quick on the uptake.

Max nodded solemnly. “Boss has no flaws!”

“Is that so?” Wynter’s voice was calm. “Just a moment ago, you said I would be the one hurt.”

Max’s scalp tingled. “I was just talking nonsense. Boss is genuinely interested in you. He won’t let you down, even if your backgrounds are different!”

“Is that so?” Wynter casually twirled her abacus, a faint smile playing on her l*ps. “Unfortunately, your boss and I are only putting on a show. How did you come to believe he’s genuinely interested in me?”

Max was taken aback. “Putting on a show?”

quick glance around the courtyard, ensuring they were alone. With that confirmed, she tied up her hair and turned to the medicine cabinet. “Yes, it’s all an act. So, please, don’t spread

“Why are you putting on

medicine, effortlessly measuring the right amount of each ingredient even without

deeply. Even if Wynter was the only one capable of curing Dalton, why would he go

ed this?

be that Theo’s relentless push for marriage

he finally hit upon the

courtyard was situated far enough from where Max and Wynter were talking to ensure

generation with respect. Despite Dalton’s

if they were ingrained in his character. Instead of waiting for Margaret to pour the tea, he gracefully took it upon

didn’t reach for the tea cup. Instead, she calmly looked at him and said, “Wynter has always been independent. She never relies on others, even though her foster parents may say otherwise. Wynter would never

the tea cup. “She’s genuine to the core. If it’s hers, she’ll want it; if it’s not, she won’t