Chapter 273 Abel’s Boss Dr. Miracle


    Abel’s phone cluttered to the floor as his jaw dropped open. All the things he had said to Wynter before


    suddenly crossed his mind.


    He recalled their first meeting when he had treated her like a little


    sister. He even told Xavier and the others that he would always have


    Wynter’s back.


    He remembered the amused look on Wynter’s face as she smiled at


    thatment. The memories made his knees buckle.


    He never expected Boss to be someone close to him. If anything, he imagined Boss to be an elite who


    presided over a business empire


    from an upscale office.


    However, the person he had been working for all this while turned out to be younger than him.


    Not only that, she was so pretty that she should have been an actres instead of a doctor. She also


    happened to be what the Shepherds


    called a “false heiress”.


    There was an intense roaring in Abel’s head as he processed this new information. He bent over to


    pick up his phone and began typing


    furiously.


    Wynter did not give him the chance to ask questions. “Find Rathbone,


    pronto,” came her order.


    Was it true? Was Boss and Wynter the same person? Wynter’s response was confirmation enough,


    Chanje 223 Abel’s Blous Ur, Meado


    Abel shot to his feet. It was no wonder he had felt a chill down his spine when she told him of her


    identity earlier. He owed that to


    instinctive fear.


    When Victor saw the dazed look on Abel’s face, he thought thetter was cking and nearly pped


    some senses into him.


    At the sight of Victor, Abel threw his arms around him and eximed, “You’re brilliant, old man! You’ve


    got an eye for talent, I’ll give you that! I can’t believe the Shepherds lost out on a treasure like this!


    Haha!”


    Indeed, if the Shepherds found out that they had called off their son’s engagement to Dr. Miracle


    herself, they would likely kick themselves.


    The more Abel thought about it, the more excited he got. He couldn’t imagine how Wynter had kept her


    identity a secret despite all the mockery and humiliation she had put up with.


    If it were him, he would have tattooed “I’m Dr. Miracle” across his


    forehead and swaggered through the streets.


    He finally understood why Wynter never liked going to ss. A genius


    like her did not need formal sses!


    Abel began to see how Wynter operated. “Grandpa, you should


    educate your students based on their strengths, you know.


    “If one of your students doesn’t like going to sses for credit, then. give her a long break instead of


    making her attend sses.”


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    “Don’t give me all that poppycock. Why did youe to Kingbourne if not for school?” Victor shoved


    his grandson, who was behaving as if


    he were spastic, away.


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    Abel waved a finger at Victor and mused thoughtfully, “You don’t


    understand, old man.”


    “How about I p you and show you whether or not I understand?” Victor snapped. “Go get changed.


    You’reing with me to meet an


    old friend.”


    Puzzled, Abel asked, “Why did you suddenlye to Kingbourne anyway, Grandpa?”


    “Wynter is a prodigy. With her score, I can’t let her waste away in that academy of mine. She needs to


    go to a better school that can properly prepare her for her university entrance exams,” Victor


    exined.


    He did not want to hold a prodigy back from realizing her full


    potential.


    Besides, even if his friendship with Margaret was an obstacle for him in Kingbourne, he still had to try


    pulling some strings for Wynter’s


    sake.


    Abelughed. “Grandpa, Wynter doesn’t need you to help her get into


    a better school. She’s…”


    Before he could finish his sentence, he and Victor heard a gentle female voice somewhere. “Quinton,


    hope I’m not intruding.”


    The person who greeted Victor was none other than Yvette. When she heard Victor was in Kingbourne,


    she was eager to visit him and give


    him a warm wee.


    She was no longer the same person she had been. Now that she was famous in Kingbourne, everyone


    who met her would address her as


    Dr. Yates.


    Naturally, she hoped that the Lopez family would spread the news of her sess upon their return to


    Southdale.


    The Yates might have fallen from grace, but Yvette was thriving better


    than ever. No one in Southdale coulde close to having her


    sess and reputation.


    Even the Shepherds had changed their mind about her and made sure


    Charlie spent time with her every day


    Yvette looked up at Victor with sparkling eyes. “Mr. Lopez wouldn’t mind my visiting, would he?”