The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Treat a Special Patient

Ryan didn’t take Wynter to the nearest hospital but to the Caesar Hotel in the city

center. 

There were a lot of cars along the way, and there were traffic jams everywhere. 

Ryan craned his neck to look around, afraid of wasting time. 

Wynter sat in the back seat, saying calmly, “Ryan, calm down first. Tell me the 

patient’s symptoms.” 

“I can’t tell what the illness was. She suddenly fainted. I didn’t see her.” 

Ryan glanced at the driver, whispering, “The sick one has been weak and has a

history of anemia. Although she is the Quinnell family’s adopted daughter, Mr. 

Quinnell Senior treats her like his granddaughter as she looks similar to the real Ms. 

Quinnell. When you go in later, please pay attention to that.” 

Wynter said casually, “Ms. Quinnell has been lost since she was a child. How can the 

Quinnells see the similarity?” 

Ryan sighed. “She has photos of her childhood. This adopted daughter was also in 

human trafficking before. I followed others to find her. As soon as Mr. Quinnell 

Senior saw her, he matched up with Ms. Quinnell’s photo. He was sad for a long time 

when he found their DNA unmatched.” 

After hearing that, she said lightly, “I got it.” 

She didn’t care much about the Quinnells‘ family affairs. What she cared about was 

the sudden fainting. 

There were precursors to any disease, and this sudden fainting was a bit strange. 

Well, forget it. She would check it anyway when she got there. 

She must help Ryan. 

Meanwhile, a well–dressed woman entered the hotel’s Frenda restaurant, carrying a

Chanel bag. 

She didn’t sit down but leaned against the door, turning sideways to let a girl behind 

The girl wore a hand–customized white dress, and her face looked particularly 

delicate because it hadn’t been exposed to sunlight all year round. What she wore around her neck was Dior limited edition rhinestones. Under the light, she looked like 

She looked slender and delicate. Everyone could tell that she was the daughter of a wealthy family. 

The moment she came in, everyone around her was looking at her. 

Although they were all big shots in Southdale, there had never been such a stylish and luxurious girl in Southdale. 

She even used pure Frendese with the chef. 

The chef, Pierre, made a gesture of kissing her hand without actually touching her hand. He was gentle and humble. “Ms. Quinnell, it’s my honor to serve you.” 

Ms. Quinnell? 

“Is she that Ms. Quinnell?” 

“Which one?” 

“The one from Kingbourne, the richest family in the city. The chef of Caesar Hotel