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.