Chapter 8 Dalton Yarwood, The Wealthiest Heir Of The Prestigious Family

• As for how the man looked, Wynter didn’t see it. Being a medical student, she had a keen sense of the smell of medicinal herbs. The moment the car window was lowered, she caught a faint scent of herbs. Wynter was well-versed in “Shaun’s Classics of Medicinal Herbs,” and she knew that people suffering from chronic illnesses might be sensitive to light. Vincent urged, “Young Master Anthony, do you want to meet the boss first?” Anthony got distracted and said to Wynter, “Miss, wait for me here. Don’t run around, okay? I’ll be back soon.” Wynter nodded, and Anthony hurried toward the car.
• Left behind, Vincent handed over a card and said, “Thanks to Ms. Quinnell for saving our young master. This is a token of appreciation. Please accept it.” “You know my last name is Quinnell? That means you know me.” Wynter smiled playfully, her eyes hinting at mischief. “You don’t seem to want to thank me. Rather, it looks like you’re in a hurry to distance yourself from me.” Vincent tapped his fingertip and said, “Ms. Quinnell, you’ve misunderstood.” “It doesn’t matter.” She glanced at Anthony. “Tell him later that I’ve left.” With that, she stood up from the steps, showing no intention of turning back. Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.
• He was afraid that the fake young lady kicked out by the Yates family would get entangled with their young master. In the lingering twilight, Wynter, with her black bag in hand, had her dark hair elegantly fastened with a wooden hairpin. Now that she was bathed in the afterglow, her departure was both brisk and beautiful. Inside the Maybeck, Dalton tilted his head and only caught a glimpse of this scene. He touched Anthony’s head, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Is that the person who saved you?” “Where?” Anthony sat up straight before he panicked. “Why did she leave? Vincent!”