The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 957

He had been hanging around with some gangsters back in Waterview Alley, Southdale. But those gangsters weren't evil at heart.

One of the men, Carl, had stopped Wynter in her path, claiming that they wanted to give her a lesson.

Back then, that kid, Whitley, was standing quietly in the corner.

Wynter raised an eyebrow in shock. "Are you the Savior?"

She did sense that Whitley was somewhat special compared to others back then. She had found him in the same pile of trash that Wolf was found in.

The only difference was that Wolf was much younger than him. Not to mention that one of them couldn't speak, whereas the other could not walk.

Whitley also recognized Wynter. Although his eyes did not work well in dark places, he was still as smart as he had been.

When he saw Wynter, he immediately greeted her despite their circumstances, "Boss."

His voice was incredibly weak.

Whitley's hair was also wet due to the sweat. It stuck to his pale face, making him look pitiful.

Since he had already acknowledged her and called her "boss", she could not turn a blind eye to him. She quickly took a look at his injuries and pressed on a few acupuncture points.

Then, she glanced at his wrists and ankles. There were needle wounds all over them. There was even a beast-locking chain around one of his arms.

Wynter quickly took the chain away.

Only then did Whitley seem to have been freed as his eyes immediately brightened. Although he was exhausted, at least he could still move.

Whiley looked up at Wynter. His lips were pale, and he had an indescribable beauty despite his current state.

"Thanks, boss."

"You and your gang didn't come to work the next day, so I'm not considered your boss."

Wynter looked at Whitley's face and bent down. She sounded certain as she said, "You knew you were the Savior."

"I don't have any money on me now. But once I earn some money, I'll pay you back. I've researched my kind. My flesh and blood will be able to help you since I'm giving it to you willingly."

"Are you so free that you have time to investigate such a matter?" Wynter smiled and looked at his outreached hand.

"Give me a minute," Wynter said as she began to search Fred's body. Soon, she found an antidote for the poison and some cloth.

Wynter tore the cloth up and wrapped it around Whitley's bleeding wrists.

Whitley tensed. "Boss, do you not need my blood?"

Wynter was adept in bandaging wounds. Her methods were sharp and quick. "I'm not a cultivator. But there's something I would like to point out.

"You should follow me from here on out. You must have heard their words just now.

"They're from Foplya, and I'm guessing they're here to capture you. They won't stop so easily. You'll also end up hurting your fellow Cascadians if you end up in their hands."