The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 273

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

that comment. 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 the latter was slacking and nearly slapped some senses into him.

At the sight of Victor, Abel threw his arms around him and exclaimed, “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 class. A genius

like her did not need formal classes!

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