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?”

the courtyard, ensuring they were alone. With that confirmed, she tied up her hair and turned to the medicine cabinet. “Yes,

are you putting on

my grandmother’s sake,” Wynter replied. She deftly prepared the medicine, effortlessly measuring the right amount of each

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

ed this?

that Theo’s relentless push for

eyes lit up as he

and Wynter were talking to ensure their conversation couldn’t

respect. Despite Dalton’s esteemed background, she

manners were impeccable, as if they were ingrained in his character. Instead of waiting for Margaret to pour the tea, he

she calmly looked at him and said, “Wynter has always been independent. She never

Dalton replied, a glint of sincerity in his eyes reflected by the tea cup. “She’s genuine to