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

Chapter 957 The Savior

He had been hanging around with some gangsters back in Waterview Alley, Southdale. But those gangsters weren’t evil at heart.

One of the men, Carl, had stopped Wynter in her path, claiming that they wanted to give her a lesson.

Back then, that kid, Whitley, was standing quietly in the corner.

Wynter raised an eyebrow in shock. “Are you the Savior?”

She did sense that Whitley was somewhat special compared to others back then. She had found him in the same pile of trash that Wolf was found in.

The only difference was that Wolf was much younger than him. Not to mention that one of them couldn’t speak, whereas the other could not walk.

Whitley also recognized Wynter. Although his eyes did not work well in dark places, he was still as smart as he had been.

When he saw Wynter, he immediately greeted her despite their circumstances, “Boss.”

His voice was incredibly weak.

Whitley’s hair was also wet due to the sweat. It stuck to his pale face, making him look pitiful.

Since he had already acknowledged her and called her “boss“, she could not turn a blind eye to him. She quickly took a look at his injuries and pressed on a few acupuncture points.

Then, she glanced at his wrists and ankles. There were needle wounds all over them. There was even a

around one of his arms.

quickly took the chain away.

Whitley seem to have been freed as his eyes immediately

he could still

up at Wynter. His lips were pale, and

state.

“Thanks, boss.

work the next day,

Whitley’s face and bent down. She sounded certain as she said,

Savior.”

did not look away. “I guessed it. After Uncle Carl brought me back,

a small investigation and guessed that my flesh

very smart.” Wynter stood straight as her eyes darkened

The Savior.

to sense anything, but Whitley was able to conclude

than Wolf was. After all, the Savior had not awakened his true

Wolf had shown some suspicious behavior when he first arrived

their house.

had been forced to read a number of books, hoping to

not reached that level where she could see

had always considered herself