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Chapter 57: He Feels Like She Is the Boss
The man who approached Wynter was unmistakably stylish, his fair skin and striking features making him stand out in the crowd. With red earphones hanging loosely around his neck, he looked more like a rapper than a doctor. He casually sat beside her, his voice full of exasperation as he continued to speak, “My grandpa keeps bothering me, telling me to take care of his friend’s granddaughter. Do I look like I’m capable of handling someone like you?”
He observed her closely, his curiosity piqued. “Miss, you’re pretty bold to admit your real origin here.”
Wynter tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp. “Abel Lopez?”
Abel’s eyes widened instantly. There was something about the way she addressed him—so familiar, almost like how his boss would. Could she have connections to his superior? No, it couldn’t be. He must have been imagining things, or perhaps he was simply too tired.
He glanced at his phone, noting that his boss had never mentioned Wynter would be attending the seminar. The last message from him had been a clear order to reject her invitation. It didn’t make sense—how could his highly respected boss be a young lady like her? No, he must be mistaken.
Abel shook his head and gestured for Wynter to lower her voice. “Miss, keep it down. Mrs. Yates Senior must have told you not to mention her here. Just follow me and learn from the renowned doctors.” He attempted to steer the conversation away, not realizing that Wynter’s silence spoke volumes.
Before he could fully comprehend her unspoken message, two young men following him approached.
“Abel, who is she?” the first one asked. It was Xavier Young, the youngest grandson of the Youngs.
Abel answered casually, “My… friend.”
Xavier appraised Wynter for a moment before offering a simple compliment. “You’re pretty.”
Wynter raised an eyebrow, responding dryly, “Thank you.”
The second young man, who had a bit of a swagger, pushed Xavier aside. “Miss, I’m Calvert Shepherd. What’s your star sign? Do you like clubbing or reading? Those are my hobbies!” He flashed a confident smile.
Wynter didn’t have time for his antics. “Back off.”
Abel immediately intervened, his patience running thin. “Be low-key! Don’t you see that everyone is watching us?”
But Xavier didn’t care. “What’s the big deal? This seminar is full of old-fashioned people anyway. I don’t even understand medicine—why did my grandpa drag me here?”
Calvert winked at Wynter, his grin wide. “It’s boring as hell! Hey, miss, want to try fortune-telling? The Shepherds are famous for predicting people’s luck.”
Wynter couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. She’d heard about the trio before—the conspicuous heirs from Southdale’s aristocratic families. They were known more for their partying, race cars, and lack of any significant talent than anything related to medicine. But seeing them here, she appreciated their honesty. At least they didn’t pretend to be something they weren’t.
Meanwhile, Yvette noticed the group and leaned toward Hilda, whispering, “Madam Gibson, the Lopezes, the Youngs, and the Shepherds seem to have a good relationship with her. They’re planning to help her, I think.”
Hilda smirked, dismissing the idea. “They’re nothing but losers.” She patted Yvette’s hand and continued, “The Youngs and the Shepherds have some promising members, though. See that man drinking tea? He’s Felix Young, a respected cardiologist. And the most handsome of the Shepherds—Charlie Shepherd—is also here. I’ve heard he’s taken quite an interest in you.”
Yvette’s face turned red with modesty. “Madam Gibson, please don’t tease me. Charlie and I are just classmates.”
“Classmates?” Hilda raised an eyebrow. “Then why has he been staring at you ever since we walked in?”
Yvette’s heart skipped a beat, but she stayed quiet, too shy to say much. Hilda leaned in closer, her voice lowering. “You have plenty of suitors, don’t you? As for the Lopezes—just forget them. They’re no threat.”
Hilda’s thoughts lingered on the Lopez family. They had supported Wynter back at the hospital, so it was no surprise that they might be thrilled to learn the Gibsons were expelled from the Heavenly Medical Guild. Still, the Heavenly Medical Guild’s influence was immense, and most people would be watching the situation unfold, taking stock of the power play.
Wynter, however, wasn’t interested in the gossip. As she surveyed the room, she noticed Abel was filling out some forms, pen in hand. He glanced at her and, with a faintly amused smile, asked, “Miss, what’s your code name? We’re forming groups of four. I’ll report it to the Yarwoods.”
Wynter smiled faintly, resting her chin on her hand, preparing to reveal her identity. She was about to change the course of the evening—one carefully orchestrated move at a time.
