The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1929

Just then, the interviewer walked over. "It'll take a bit more time for the medical reports to be ready. Why don't you have some fruit first?"

"No worries," Wynter said softly. "By the way, we don't know your name yet."

"I'm Jefferson Paige. Feel free to call me Mr. Paige," he replied, then continued, "You'll all be working under me if the three of you successfully join the company."

Wynter nodded earnestly. "It's our honor to work with you, Mr. Paige. I look forward to it."

Jefferson waved his hand dismissively. "Of course. But the two of you might not get along with people here since you came from the mainland. Most folks in Havenia don't take kindly to outsiders."

Wynter blinked for a moment before replying, "Mr. Paige, I'm sure everything will be fine with you around."

"I didn't expect you to be this amusing." Jefferson chuckled.

Just then, he received the trio's medical reports. He quickly forwarded them to the boss, stood up, and headed into the office.

After Jefferson left, Adalyn looked at Wynter. "We'll definitely be making a lot of money if we get to join the company."

Wynter smiled. "Absolutely. Just think about those benefits that Mr. Paige mentioned. What other company would be this generous?"

Meanwhile, Jefferson pushed open the door. "Boss, I've sent the reports to you. Please take a look."

The boss nodded and glanced at the reports on his phone, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Not bad. Keep all three of them. They'll follow you. You understand what that implies, right?"

Jefferson nodded firmly. "Don't worry, Boss. I know what to do."

The boss slowly stood up. "By the way, has that matter been taken care of?"

Jefferson replied quietly, "It has been handled. Nothing will link the case back to us. The girl's parents aren't causing any more trouble, either."

"Good. Now, get ready for the second one." The boss leaned in close to whisper, "The client wants… Surely, you understand?"

Jefferson answered gravely, "I'll handle the preparations. I'll make sure the client gets a satisfactory product."

The boss waved his hand. "Go. Make sure nothing gets traced back."

Jefferson nodded and turned to leave the office.

"Congratulations to the three of you for successfully joining Stellar Corporation and becoming one of us," he said as he stepped forward.

"You're officially employed starting tomorrow. We don't have a probation period here. As long as you follow instructions and work hard, the company won't treat you unfairly."

Wynter beamed with joy. "Thank you, Mr. Paige. I'll follow the company no matter what! You have my word! I won't slack off!"

Adalyn was equally delighted. "Same here! I'll follow whatever the company arranges!"

Dalton remained calm and composed. "Understood."

Hearing that, Jefferson nodded. "Let me show you to your workstations now."

They walked over to a corner of the office. Jefferson pointed and said, "This will be your work area."

Wynter pretended to be surprised. "Wow, the company is so considerate! They even provided us with computers!"

Jefferson chuckled. "That's standard here. Alright, you can head home for now. Just make sure you're here on time tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Wynter nodded firmly and said goodbye. "Got it, Mr. Paige."

With that, she left the company with Dalton and Adalyn.

Just as they reached the company entrance, a voice called out from behind. "Ms. Quinnell."

Wynter turned around. "Is there something you need?"

The speaker was none other than the man she had saved with acupuncture earlier. He strode over quickly. "Yes. I need a favor from you, Ms. Quinnell."

Wynter lifted her gaze slightly. "Go ahead."

He gave her a deep bow. "My name is Alaskey Hensley. Thank you again for saving my life. I was wondering if you could help save my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?" Wynter's lips parted slightly. "Why should I?"

Alaskey replied firmly, "I'll agree to any condition you ask if you're willing to help."

Wynter thought for a moment before replying, "I can take a look, but I'm not promising anything."

Alaskey said quickly, "That's fine. As long as you try, I won't blame anyone."

Wynter's gaze deepened. "Lead the way."

Seeing this, Adalyn asked, "Can I… Can I come along as well?"

Wynter nodded, and Alaskey walked to the roadside to hail a taxi. After giving the driver the address, the taxi sped off.

Wynter blinked in surprise. Adalyn had said that Alaskey belonged to the most mysterious and powerful Hensley family, but here he was, taking a taxi. That didn't seem like something a major family's heir would do.

Eventually, the taxi stopped in front of an old apartment building.

Alaskey said quietly, "We're here. Please follow me."

With that, he led the way ahead.

Wynter couldn't help but whisper, "Adalyn, are you sure the Hensleys are really mysterious and powerful?"

Adalyn nodded. "They definitely are, but now I'm confused, too. Why are we in an apartment complex?"

After several turns through the building, they reached a unit on the third floor.

Alaskey pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door.

The interior wasn't luxurious at all. In fact, it was as basic as it could get. It was a one-bedroom unit with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. There was even a large wooden tub in the corner.

When Alaskey opened the bedroom door, they saw an elderly man lying in bed. His hair was completely white, his face ashen, lips pale, and eyes tightly shut.

When he heard the door open, the old man, Baxter Hensley, struggled to speak. "Alaskey, you're back. Did you find a job?"

Alaskey fought back tears. "I did, Grandpa. Don't worry about me. I also brought someone who saved my life. I fainted during the interview, and she brought me back."

Baxter slowly opened his eyes. "I've been a burden to you, Alaskey." Then, he turned toward Wynter and the others. "Thank you for saving my grandson."

Alaskey held his hand tightly. "Grandpa, let Ms. Quinnell take a look at you. I want you to get better."

Baxter shook his head with a bitter smile. "There's no need for that. This illness of mine is incurable. The hospitals across Havenia have already told me that I don't have much time left. I just want you to live well, that's all."

Alaskey wiped his tears away. "Grandpa, please, let her try, alright?"

Baxter tried to reach out and pat his head, but his hand wouldn't lift. "Silly child, I've already given up hope. Don't waste anyone else's time. No one can save me. Maybe only the legendary Dr. Miracle could…"

Before he could finish, his eyes slowly closed.

Alaskey cried out, "Grandpa! Grandpa, wake up!"

Wynter stepped forward quickly. "Move aside."

She knelt down and gently placed her fingers on Baxter's wrist. The moment her fingertips touched his skin, her brows furrowed slightly.

Dalton smiled. "You could've chosen to walk away, but kindness will always be your first instinct."

Wynter glanced sideways at him. "You really do understand me, my 'cousin.'"

Just then, Baxter slowly opened his eyes and spoke faintly. "Alaskey…"

Though his voice was still weak, it was already much better than before.

Tears welled up in Alaskey's eyes. "Grandpa, I'm here! How are you feeling?"

Baxter gave a light smile. "I feel so much lighter now."

Alaskey nodded hard, then suddenly turned and knelt with a heavy thud. "Thank you, Ms. Quinnell. From now on, I, Alaskey Hensley, swear to do everything in my power to help you if you ever need anything, even at the cost of my life!"

Wynter reached out and helped him up. "We'll talk about that another time."

This time, Baxter's gaze on Wynter was much clearer. "Thank you, young lady. I would've already passed on without you."

Wynter stepped closer. "It just means your time hasn't come. Not even the grim reaper dares to take you yet."

Baxter chuckled. "Perhaps so. But I'm curious. I felt like my body no longer belonged to me right after I finished speaking. How did you bring me back?"

Wynter's lips moved gently as she replied, "Maybe it was fate. Just now, when you mentioned Dr. Miracle…"

Baxter's eyes widened. "Is that you?"

Alaskey was stunned, too. "Ms. Quinnell, are you Dr. Miracle?"

Wynter looked up. "Dr. Miracle is my mentor. I've only learned a fraction of what she knows."

Baxter let out a sigh of relief. "I heard Dr. Miracle is from the mainland. She is always elusive and hard to track down, and even the wealthiest have trouble finding her for treatment. She's supposed to be in her 50s or 60s—is that true?"

Wynter paused before lying, "Uh… yes, it's true. My mentor prefers to live reclusively in the mountains and dislikes city life."

Baxter wanted to get up to express his thanks, but had to give up as he was still too weak. In a low voice, he said, "Regardless, you've saved both my life and my grandson's. That makes you our benefactor. If you ever need anything from us, just say the word."

Wynter lifted her gaze. "Alright, but please rest well first. We'll take our leave for now."

With that, she turned and left with Dalton and Adalyn.

Baxter called out, "Alaskey, walk them out."

At the doorway, Wynter paused. "You should stay with your grandfather. There's no need to walk us any further."

Alaskey nodded earnestly. "Can I add you on WhatsApp?"

Wynter replied with a quiet hum. So, they traded contact information and exchanged pleasantries before Alaskey returned to the room.

When he returned, Baxter's gaze deepened. "Alaskey, this Ms. Quinnell you mentioned… is she a friend of yours?"

Alaskey shook his head. "No, I met her today during the interview. She saved me when I collapsed. We've only just met."

Baxter nodded slowly. "Does she know who you really are?"

"No," Alaskey replied, then asked, "Grandpa, why are you asking this?"

Baxter smiled faintly. "Nothing much. I just want to remind you that Ms. Quinnell is your fated benefactor. If she ever needs anything, you must do everything in your power to help her."

Alaskey gave a firm nod. "I understand, Grandpa."

Baxter's eyes narrowed. "Once I've recovered a bit more, I'll help you take back what's rightfully yours."