Whispers began to spread. "All of the people who visited the Caesar Hotel today are well-known individuals. There are rumors that they come from well-known medical families." And then, this young one..." Wynter did not find this surprising. Anthony was, after all, impeccably attired, and his little wristwatch was worth something. "The next time you go out, remember to bring a bodyguard," she said, closing her medical supply kit. Anthony gave her a quick leg hug as soon as he noticed she was ready to go. Wynter was no longer able to ride her city bike. Her head dipped to meet his. Anthony remained silent. Instead, he pulled at her clothes. Every step Wynter took, he would follow along behind her. This wouldn't be ideal if it kept happening. "I'll take you back," Wynter stated as he came to a halt. "Well done!" Anthony nodded emphatically, having accomplished his purpose. "Miss, I want my family to properly thank you." "No need for thanks," Wynter answered, rolling up his sleeve. I don't bill for consultations. for young people. "Then." Anthony twisted his round eyes. "Miss, are you in a relationship?" With a straight posture, Wynter answered, "No." "After that, Miss, I'll have my third brother ask you for a favor in return." With a happy chuckle, Anthony counted with his tiny fingers. "My third brother is not a talker, but he's attractive and has good money management skills. It's not necessary to feel ashamed to be around him. Many ladies aspire to marry him. Wynter laughed at this and replied, "At this time, I don't have any plans to get married." "Oh." Anthony walked with a disappointed expression, pulling his little ears in disappointment. He abruptly became alert and asked, "Miss, how about you meet my third brother first?" as they approached the hotel entrance. You can make up your mind after you see him. When Anthony's third brother showed up, Wynter would undoubtedly fall in love with him. The man was skilled at tricking people with his appearance! "Does your brother know you're promoting him like this?" Wynter asked with a smile. "He's never well," Anthony remarked gravely. "We wish him luck in finding a wife shortly. Miss, you're so beautiful and have such great medical talents that a lot of people would love to be your partner. All I want to do is support my younger brother. After examining his parched and pallid lips, she purchased him a pack of cookies and a bottle of mineral water. "Talk less. You're still not entirely healed. Anthony took all that Wynter offered him with great obedience. By himself, he was unable to open the mineral water. "Miss, help me," he said softly as he raised his little hand. As soon as he got out of the car, Vincent Jenkins, the assistant who had come to pick him up, noticed this scene. Who was she? The impostor girl was expelled by the Yates clan. Why did Anthony accompany her? And she even assisted him in popping a cork? Was this a change of some kind? Vincent's eyes had a tinge of surprise, but he swiftly covered it up. Wynter was unfamiliar with him, but he knew her. Vincent rushed over and exclaimed, "Young Master Anthony!" without disclosing his identity. I've located you at last. You are, fortunately, not too bad." Miss was the one who saved me." With a rebellious little face, Anthony yanked Wynter's hand, acting as though this was who he really was. Vincent bowed politely and properly. I'm grateful, Ms. Quinnell. Wynter gave him a look. "He thanked me already." Vincent was momentarily confused about the circumstances due to this attitude. He looked across at Anthony. The boss made arrangements for someone to locate you, young Master Anthony. Now that he is in the automobile, he has neglected to take his midday medication. Anthony appeared surprised at these remarks, as though he hadn't anticipated his third brother to come out publicly. The Maybeck's window was slightly lowered to expose a person seated inside. The man was tall and elegant, yet he coughed into his fist to mask his mouth. Like a young master from an exclusive family, he emanated refinement and dignity in every movement.