Chapter 358

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Wynter recognized him as Vincent Jenkins, Dalton’s special assistant.
She swirled the beer in her mug with a glint of puzzlement in her eyes.
Did this mean she had saved one of the Yarwoods?
Vincent hadn’t anticipated bumping into the Yates family’s fake heiress in Kingbourne–the last person
he
wanted to see.
After all, she was the reason Dalton had transferred him to Kingbourne; he merely mentioned to Dalton
her bad reputation and expressed doubts about her intentions to save Anthony’s life.
Though someone told him returning to Kingbourne was a blessing, Vincent highly doubted it. How
could leaving Dalton’s side and distancing himself from the Yarwood family’s core be considered a
blessing?
In the end, he had no choice but to gather his documents and secure finally making his comeback.
a position within the Quinnell family,
However, his role in the Quinnell family was rather different. He was tasked with taking care of Marie,
who occasionally had episodes.
Never in Vincent’s wildest dreams did he expect to encounter Wynter in Kingbourne, let alone witness
her sharing a beer with Marie!
Vincent arrogantly ignored Wynter, feigning ignorance of her presence. He firmly believed that even
acknowledging the existence of this fake heiress from a small town would diminish his status.
Approaching Marie, Vicent spoke with a displeased tone, “Ma’am, why didn’t you inform me before
wandering off?
“Sir was in a meeting; I tried to reach you on your room phone, but no one answered. So, I assumed
you weren’t in the hotel. I almost called the police, you know?”
Marie glanced at him from her seat. “Are you lecturing me?”
Vincent was taken aback, sensing Marie was somehow different than her usual self.
Marie was usually kind and considerate. Yet, she had wandered off despite her health condition,
causing inconvenience to those, namely him, who worked for them.
Vincent attempted to reason with her. “You should have at least informed me. If I can’t inform Sir about
your whereabouts, he’ll be extremely worried.”
“Vincent,” Marie said as she stood up, her smile remaining, “my husband hired you to take care of me.
“You might think that a crazy woman like me doesn’t need to stay hydrated, but I do. I did try calling you
earlier, but you didn’t pick up.”
Vincent acknowledged that it was indeed his fault; he had overlooked the time and missed the call.
However, he had assumed Marie wouldn’t bring it up, considering her usual easygoing nature.
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Wynter recognized him as Vincent Jenkins, Dalton’s special assistant.
She swirled the beer in her mug with a glint of puzzlement in her eyes.
Did this mean she had saved one of the Yarwoods?
Vincent hadn’t anticipated bumping into the Yates family’s fake heiress in Kingbourne–the last person
he
wanted to see.
After all, she was the reason Dalton had transferred him to Kingbourne; he merely mentioned to Dalton
her bad reputation and expressed doubts about her intentions to save Anthony’s life.
Though someone told him returning to Kingbourne was a blessing, Vincent highly doubted it. How
could leaving Dalton’s side and distancing himself from the Yarwood family’s core be considered a
blessing?
In the end, he had no choice but to gather his documents and secure a position within the Quinnell
family, finally making his comeback.
However, his role in the Quinnell family was rather different. He was tasked with taking care of Marie,
who occasionally had episodes.
Never in Vincent’s wildest dreams did he expect to encounter Wynter in Kingbourne, let alone witness
her sharing a beer with Marie!
Vincent arrogantly ignored Wynter, feigning ignorance of her presence. He firmly believed that
acknowledging the existence of this fake heiress from a small town would diminish his status
Approaching Marie, Vicent spoke with a displeased tone, “Ma’am, why didn’t you inform me before
wandering off?
“Sir was in a meeting; I tried to reach you on your room phone, but no one answered. So, I assumed
you weren’t in the hotel. I almost called the police, you know?”
Marie glanced at him from her seat. “Are you lecturing me?”
Vincent was taken aback, sensing Marie was somehow different than her usual self.
Marie was usually kind and considerate. Yet, she had wandered off despite her health condition,
causing inconvenience to those, namely him, who worked for them.
Vincent attempted to reason with her. “You should have at least informed me. If I can’t inform Sir about
your whereabouts, he’ll be extremely worried.”
“Vincent,” Marie said as she stood up, her smile remaining, “my husband hired you to take care of me.
“You might think that a crazy woman like me doesn’t need to stay hydrated, but I do. I did try calling you
earlier, but you didn’t pick up.”
Vincent acknowledged that it was indeed his fault; he had overlooked the time and missed the call.
However, he had assumed Marie wouldn’t bring it up, considering her usual easygoing nature.
Marie understood that kindness could sometimes get taken advantage of. But she never intended to
make things difficult for anyone, especially when it could exacerbate her condition.
“I won’t mention your mistake to my husband today, but I don’t want it to happen again. Do you
understand?” Marie said sternly.
his time.
Vincent was taken aback, but quickly responded, “Understood, Ma’am. It was my negligence this and
l’assure you it won’t happen again.”
Marie nodded. It felt as if this were her true self. Then, she said, “Give me my phone.”
Vincent handed it over without questions, and added, “I’ve already informed Sir of your current location.
His meeting ended early, so he’ll be joining us soon.”
“Okay,” Marie replied nonchalantly. After retrieving her phone from Vincent, she turned to Wynter.
“Miss, can I have your number?”
Did Marie say she wanted Wynter’s number?
Vincent’s expression changed, fearing a repeat of past events.
He stared at Wynter, silently signaling for her to decline the request, promising a handsome reward in
return.
Noticing his glance, Wynter playfully smiled and responded, “Of course, Ma’am. I’ll type it in your
phone.”
Marie’s expression lit up with joy as she handed Wynter her phone. “Let’s continue our conversation:
another day. Since you’re a doctor, I’m sure you can cure me.”
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