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• It was raining on the road. In Southdale, it had been pouring rain all day. Glen Clark, the family butler, threw Wynter's rucksack contemptuously out of the gate. "Mr. Yates will not be attending, Ms. Quinnell. I'll take care of a few things for him. Your biological parents, who go by Quinnell, live in a rural area. You were incorrectly believed to be the Yates family's daughter. Glen stated, "We hope you will be sensible and stop contacting the Yates family now that Yvette has been found."
• Glen said, "This is ten thousand dollars," pulling out a card. I am giving it to you as compensation per Mr. Yates' request. "It's not necessary for me." Wynter didn't even give it a glance. She raised her dark purse. Glen cast a frustrated glance at the girl in front of him. Wynter wasn't even interested in the cash. Was she attempting to pass as wealthy? Stupid. Wynter didn't even think to ask if the Yates would still be interested in her. The biological daughter had previously been located by the Yates family. She was merely a girl from a poor village. She was unable to move up the social scale. That's all right, Ms. Quinnell. Please pardon yourself. Glen shut the gate firmly.
• Wynter disregarded him. All she had when she left the Yates family was a black bag. Her stance was beautiful and upright. She would depart in the same manner that she came. Well, besides the raindrops that gave her a slightly unkempt appearance, when they saw her go, the folks upstairs laughed. They did not attempt to cover up their behavior for her to hear. "At last, she departed." "I was worried she wouldn't go back to the country and would stick with us." Wynter did not look at all. A small smile crept into the corner of her mouth. Is it appropriate for her to claim that the Yates family lacked appreciation for good things? Absolutely, they didn't.
• With a casual demeanor, Wynter nibbled on her fruit treat. Her long hair, pale complexion, and stunning eyes prevented her from appearing messy. Rather, it gave her an air of mystery and charm. Concurrently, a transnational gathering was being held by the Quinnell family in a Kingbourne courtyard. Perched at the summit, Fabian Quinnell grasped a dragon rod in his hand. He had a commanding presence. It has been a long time. There's been no update on your sister. Fabian questioned his six grandchildren. All six of the Quinnell family's sons were wealthy members of the privileged class of Kingbourne.
• Each of them had the ability to create a commotion in their own circles when they were in the spotlight. But today, there was a trace of melancholy and longing in their eyes, and they all appeared miserable. That was when their seventh sister passed away. She was adorable and beautiful when she was just a small infant. She did not fuss or cry. They have been looking for her for the past eighteen years. In a little alpine village, they misplaced the final clue. They were unaware of the method used to traffic her. "Grandfather, we'll keep looking. We'll track her down! A plump man panted as he hurried in carrying papers at that very moment. "Mr. Quinnell! We discovered Ms. Quinnell.
• The normally composed Fabian got up right away. His hands began to tremble. "Where is she now? Make plans for someone to get her back as soon as possible!" he exclaimed. "She's in Southdale," the man stated, passing over the paperwork. The precise site is still pending confirmation. "Next, depart for Southdale!" With delight, Fabian answered. "Get the car ready!" When Qynter was expelled from Southdale, it was almost dusk. She never went back to the countryside. Rather, she went back to her house once the rain ceased. It was located in a very unremarkable area.
• "Welcome back, Wynter," someone said to her as she parked her car. "I've returned." Wynter gave a small smile. After giving her an apple, the fruit vendor added, "I haven't seen you in half a month." I have not been taken care of by anyone. Every time I play chess, my hands shake. Wynter was well-known to many in the Harmony Community. She would consult with retired officials, and they would enjoy conversing with her. They should not be taken in by their supposedly unremarkable appearance. They were surrounded by secrets, like the chess player who used to compete on a national level. Regarding the remaining ones, Wynter never looked into who they were. She only resided here for leisure.