Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 1

The road was wet. It had been raining in Southdale for the whole day.

Wynter’s backpack was disdainfully thrown out of the gate by the family’s butler, Glen Clark.

“Ms. Quinnell, Mr. Yates will not come. Let me handle some things for him. Your biological parents arein the countryside, with the last name Quinnell. The Yates family had mistakenly thought you were theirdaughter. Now that Yvette has been found, we hope you will be sensible and stop contacting the Yatesfamily,” Glen said.

Taking out a card, Glen continued, “This is ten thousand dollars. Mr. Yates asked me to give it to you ascompensation.” 1

“I don’t need it.” Wynter didn’t even look at it. She lifted her black bag.

Glen looked at the girl in front of him with annoyance. Wynter didn’t even want the money. Was shetrying to act like she was well off?

Tsk. Wynter didn’t even consider whether the Yates family would still want her. The Yates family hadalready found their biological daughter. She was just a poor village girl. She couldn’t climb up the socialladder.

“Well then, Ms. Quinnell. Please excuse yourself!” Glen slammed the gate shut.

Wynter ignored him. She left the Yates family with only a black bag. She had a straight and gracefulposture.

She would leave exactly the way she first arrived here. Apart from the raindrops that made her look abit disheveled, that is.

The people upstairs saw her leaving and laughed. They did not bother to hide their conduct so shecould hear.

“She finally left.”

Just then, a chubby man rushed in with documents and panted. “Mr. Quinnell! We found Ms. Quinnell!”

Fabian, who had always been calm, immediately stood up. His hands shook a bit.

“Where is she? Arrange for someone to bring her back immediately!” he said.

The man handed over the documents and said, “She’s in Southdale. We are still confirming the exactlocation.”

“Then, set out for Southdale!” Fabian replied in excitement. “Prepare the car!”

It was sunset in Southdale when Qynter was kicked out. She did not return to the countryside. Instead,after the rain stopped, she returned to her residence.

It was in a rather inconspicuous neighborhood. When she parked her car, someone greeted her,“Welcome back, Wynter.”

“I’m back.” Wynter smiled lightly.

The fruit seller handed her an apple and said, “I haven’t seen you for half a month. No one has beenlooking after me. My hands tremble whenever I play chess.”

Everyone in the Harmony Community knew Wynter. Some retired officials liked chatting with her whileshe consulted them.

Their seemingly ordinary appearances should not fool anyone. Secrets surrounded them, such as thechess player who once competed nationally.

As for the rest of them, Wynter never investigated their identities. She lived here just for relaxation.