Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 7

People started whispering.

“The ones who came to Caesar Hotel today are all well–known figures. They are rumored to be fromprestigious medical familles.”

“Then, this little child...”

Wynter wasn’t surprised to hear this. After all, Anthony was dressed meticulously, and even his smallwristwatch was valuable.

“Remember to bring a bodyguard next time you go out,” she advised him as she closed her@@@@

medical kit.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Anthony immediately hugged her leg.

Wynter couldn’t ride her public bike anymore. She lowered her head to look at him.

Anthony didn’t speak. He tugged at her clothing instead. He would shadow Wynter every time she tooka step. If this continued, it wouldn’t be ideal.

Wynter stopped and said, “I’ll take you back.”

“Good!” Having achieved his goal, Anthony nodded vigorously. “I want my family to thank you properly,Miss.”

Wynter rolled up his sleeve and said, “No need for thanks. I don’t charge consultation fees

Anthony was very obedient, accepting whatever Wynter gave him.

He couldn’t open the mineral water by himself. He raised his small hand weakly, softly saying, “Miss,help me.”

Vincent Jenkins, the assistant who came to pick him up, saw this scene as soon as he got out of thecar. 1

Who was she? The fake young lady kicked out by the Yates family? Why was Anthony with her? Andshe even helped him open a bottle? Was this... a transformation?

There was a hint of surprise in Vincent’s eyes, but he quickly concealed his emotions. He knew Wynter,but she didn’t know him.

Without revealing his identity to say hello, Vincent hurriedly approached and said, “Young MasterAnthony! I’ve finally found you. Fortunately, you’re okay.”

“It was Miss who saved me.” Anthony pulled Wynter’s hand, his small face stubborn, as if this was hisauthentic self.

Vincent respectfully bowed in courtesy. “Thank you, Ms. Quinnell.”

Wynter looked at him. “He already thanked me.”

This attitude made Vincent temporarily unsure of the situation. He turned to Anthony.” Young MasterAnthony, the boss arranged for someone to find you. He’s in the car now, and he hasn’t taken hismedicine for the afternoon.”

At these words, Anthony looked up in surprise as if he didn’t expect his third brother to come outpersonally.

The window of the Maybeck was lowered a bit, revealing a person sitting inside. The person was talland graceful but covered his m*uth with his fist to hide his coughing. Every move exuded an air ofnobility and sophistication, like a young master from a prestigious family.