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 rk.


    “Ms. Quinnell, Mr. Yates will note. Let me handle some things for him. Your biological parents are


    in the countryside, with thest 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 dors. Mr. Yates asked me to give it to you as


    compensation.” 1


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


    Tsk. 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 vige girl. She couldn’t climb up the social


    ladder.


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


    Wynter ignored him. She left the Yates family with only a ck 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 andughed. 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 m*uth.


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


    Indeed, they didn’t.


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    Wynter nonchntly 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 mncholy and longing in their eyes.


    They had lost their seventh sister back then. She was just a little 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 thest clue in a


    small mountain vige. They didn’t know how she had been human 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 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,


    “Wee 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 y 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 yer who oncepeted nationally.


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