The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1 Kicked Out

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 are in the countryside, with the last name Quinnell. The Yates family had mistakenly thought you were their daughter. Now that Yvette has been found, we hope you will be sensible and stop contacting the Yates family,” Glen said.

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

“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 she trying to act like she was well off? He clicked his tongue in irritation.

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

“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 graceful posture.

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

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

“She finally left.”

“I was afraid she would stick to us and not return to the countryside.”

Wynter paid no attention. There was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Should she say that the Yates family didn’t know how to appreciate good things?

Indeed, they didn’t.

Wynter nonchalantly nibbled on her fruit candy. Her beautiful eyes, her long hair, and her pale face didn’t make her look disheveled. Instead, it added a mysterious charm to her…

At the same time, in a courtyard in Kingbourne, the Quinnell family was holding a transnational meeting.

Fabian Quinnell sat at the top, his hand holding a dragon staff. His presence was imposing.

“So many years have passed. There’s still no news about your sister?” Fabian asked his six grandsons.

The six sons of the richest man in Kingbourne, the Quinnell family, were all elites. When they were in the public eye, each one of them could cause a stir in their respective circles.

But today, they all looked dejected, with a hint of melancholy and longing in their eyes.

They had lost their seventh sister back then. She was just a baby at that time, cute and lovely. She neither cried nor fussed.

18 years had passed, and they had been searching for her all this time. They lost the last clue in a small mountain village. They didn’t know how she had been trafficked.

“Grandfather, we will continue to search. We will find her!”

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 exact location.”

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

It was sunset in Southdale when Wynter 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 been looking after me. My hands tremble whenever I play chess.”

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

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

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

Chapter 2 She Hid Deeply

“Tomorrow, at the community square, I will give acupuncture treatments to everyone,” Wynter calmly instructed. “Don’t forget to brew the medication. Don’t stay up late watching dramas. The TV show won’t be going anywhere.”

During this time, the most popular show in the Harmony Community was some courtroom drama, and the elderly residents were getting a bit obsessed with it.

Wynter’s reminder made them a bit guilty. She said, “We’ll go to bed by ten from now on.”

In the past, it would have been unimaginable that this group of elderly residents would listen to someone so obediently. Many of them had outstanding achievements, and even their identities were kept confidential.

The community’s director, Dom Fisher, had been eagerly waiting for the genius doctor’s return. Now, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Dr. Genius, I’ve been keeping an eye on your house. I didn’t let anyone get close.”

“Thank you for your hard work,” Wynter said politely. She handed him some fruits.

Dom happily accepted and said, “It’s not hard to work for you, Dr. Genius. You won’t be leaving again, will you?” These people were not easily impressed by a small community director like him.

“Yes.” Wynter took the keys and said, “I won’t be leaving anymore.”

He said cheerfully, “That’s great news! Dr. Genius, do tidy up. I won’t bother you for now. If you need anything, just let me know.”

Wynter nodded.

After Dom left, Wynter used the keys to open the lock. The lock looked quite old, and it was seemingly nothing special.

However, after she opened the first lock, an LCD keypad was in front of her.

“Would you like to enable iris recognition?”

Wynter replied casually, “Yes.”

“Iris recognition is in progress. Please wait…”

“Iris recognition completed.”

“Welcome home, master,” a gentlemanly electronic voice announced. It had not been activated for a long time.

With a click, the iron gate opened automatically.

The interior instantly became bright.

On the two–meter–high bookshelf, there were medical books as well as various bottles and jars containing medicinal herbs. There were many potted plants in the living room, most of which were herbs, each labeled. In the center of the living room was a cool black and red motorcycle–the discontinued BMW Tomahawk.

Wynter walked over and took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. She was about to take a sip and catch up on her drama.

Her phone, which was charging on the table, rang with its unique ringtone.

“Quinnell the Rich, wake up and take cases! Quinnell the Rich, wake up and take cases!”

When it rang the third time, Wynter pressed the button to answer, “Speak.”

“Boss, there’s a big case in Southdale. Are you interested?”

Wynter took a sip of water and said, “What kind of case?”

“The richest man in Kingbourne is looking for his missing granddaughter. He says she’s in Southdale and easy to find. Just some simple work, and you’ll get lots of money.”

Wynter yawned and said, “Not interested.”

“Wait! Boss, wait! There’s something else you like!” The voice on the other end was very eager. “It’s also a big case!”

Wynter lazily propped up her chin and said, “Go on.”

“The Yardwood family from Sorzada City is looking for you. They’ve offered a reward of ten million dollars for a consultation fee. As long as someone provides information leading to you, there’s also a reward. It’s a lot of money!”

“That sincere?” Wynter didn’t beat around the bush. She lightly tapped her phone. “Send me the information. I’ll take a look.”

“Alright!”

The next moment, the floor–to–ceiling windows turned into a projection screen, displaying the information.

The Yardwood family was an ancient family that had existed for generations. They were never absent from protecting the country. In her memories, they used to live in the Homeland Security Estate.

In addition, the Yardwood family had sent invitations to many famous doctors for a one-week consultation period, with the venue at the local Caesar Hotel. The purpose was to see who could cure Dalton Yardwood, the head of the Yardwood family.

As for the description of the illness, it was very brief. It only mentioned that Dalton had been weak for many years, and it was not suitable to disclose details publicly.

It seemed like things weren’t that simple. Wynter stretched her legs and said, “I’ll take this case.”

Chapter 3 Rescuing Someone on the Street

“Boss, you really do have a discerning eye! ”

Wynter’s gaze remained indifferent as she said, “No rush. I’ll head to bed first and deal with it tomorrow.”

Apart from making money, Wynter’s biggest interest is treating various complicated

diseases.

Cases like the one from the Yardwood family were quite good. In fact, she was the only one who would calmly face the arrival of the Yardwood family in Southville.

Looking around now, all the prestigious families of Southville were in a hurry. Even the Yates family was busy making connections to get an invitation from the Yardwood family.

Rumors were circulating even in the regular residents’ circles, making this month particularly lively in Southville.

First, the richest man in Kingbourne was looking for his granddaughter, and now the Yardwood family had come for medical consultations.

Rumors had it that the legendary divine doctor, known as “Dr. Miracle,” had appeared in Southville, which prompted the Yardwood family’s visit.

There were many rumors about this “Dr. Miracle,” but it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

With the Yardwood family’s invitation, this “Dr. Miracle” might actually appear…

The next day, in the retired courtyard, Wynter still woke up late. Like any working person, she was reluctant to leave her refreshing little house and soft bed on a hot morning.

However, she had to earn money.

After washing her face, she went out with just a bag and without makeup. She grabbed a public bike to avoid traffic during the morning rush hour.

“Hello, Wynter. Heading out?”

“Umm… Yeah.”

Everyone whom she passed greeted her. Wynter took a hot dog that Jacob gave her. She moved forward without a care. In no time, she blended into the traffic flow.

Half an hour later, at the renowned Caesar Hotel in Southville, the lobby and surrounding areas bustled with activity. The high–end cars in the entire Southville had gathered here.

In comparison, Wynter, riding a bicycle, looked particularly conspicuous.

As she arrived, even before she could park, the security guard, Micah, approached to drive her away.

“Go away. Where did you, poor student, come from? We are not open to the public today.”

Micah said.

Wynter propped up the bike with one leg, her gaze meeting his. Her tone was calm as she said, “I’m here to save someone.”

“You? Here to save someone?” Micah burst into laughter. “I say, little girl, you’re not that old, but you’re quite good at bragging.”

Wynter thought for a moment, brought up the invitation page on her phone, and said, “Please tell the people inside that Dr. Miracle has come to accept the invitation.”

“Dr. Miracle? I’m also a divine doctor, then!” Micah scornfully glanced at her and said, “I’ve seen so many invitations, but I’ve never seen someone show it on their phone like you…”

With that, he waved at Wynter dismissively and said, “Quickly leave. Don’t block the way.”

After he finished speaking, Micah went and happily opened the door for a luxury car. He said, “Madam Gibson, Ms. Yates, you’ve arrived. I’ll quickly inform the people inside and prepare tea for you.”

The people inside the luxury car only nodded through the window, not responding. Micah, however, was pleased, as if he had gotten a huge bonus.

As the luxury car drove past, Yvette, inside, seemed to recognize Wynter and showed a hint of hesitation.

Madam Gibson asked, “Yvette, what’s wrong?”

Yvette laughed softly and said, “Nothing.”

Outside the car, Wynter’s gaze remained indifferent. She walked decisively, with a playful hint at the corner of her mouth.

She never expected that someone who could decide life and death with just one needle would be looked down upon like this.

Indeed, those who experienced a loss of position and influence often faced indignity afterward. Wynter raised her lips slightly.

Wynter believed that treating an illness depended on fate, and she would not treat those who only sought personal gain.

Today, she would skip this consultation.

Pulling out her phone, Wynter was about to send a rejection message.

Suddenly, a scream came from the other side of the road.

“Oh no, someone fainted!”

In an instant, many people rushed over.

“Oh my God! It’s a child!”

“His face is so pale…”

Hearing the commotion, Wynter didn’t hesitate. She stopped the bike and walked quickly toward the crowd.

The little boy lying on the ground was only three or four years old. His forehead was wet as if he had sweated a lot.

Someone grabbed a person in a white coat and said, “Young man, you’re a doctor, right? Quickly save this child!”

“No, I can’t do so, ma’am. The family is not here, and I dare not take the initiative.” The person in the white coat shook his head, showing disdain. “Besides, I don’t treat just anyone.“

Upon seeing this, Wynter directly pushed through the crowd. Her voice was clear, and her tone was professional as she said, “Please make way. Keep the airway open. The patient needs ventilation to cool down.”

Perhaps it was her unquestionable presence that the onlookers, after hearing her words, surprisingly did not question her.

When Wynter squatted down, her fingers reached for the child’s neck.

The nearby lady, Patricia, became a bit anxious and asked, “Little girl, you’re quite young. Can you do it?”