Chapter 57
Chapter 57 He Feels Like She Is The Boss
The man who approached Wynter was dressed very fashionably, with fair skin and an outstanding appearance. With red earphones hanging around his neck, he looked more like a rapper than a doctor.
He sat beside Wynter, still chattering, “My grandpa troubles me all day. Take care of his friend’s granddaughter? Do I look like I am capable of taking care of you?”
Upon saying that, he observed her in interest. “Miss, you’re so bold to report your real originl
Wynter looked at him intently. “Abel Lopez?”
His eyes instantly widened. He wondered why her way of calling him was similar to his
boss.
It must be his illusion!
Abel looked at his phone. His boss didn’t mention she was attending the seminar. The last message was still an order to reject the invitation.
That was right. How could his wise and powerful boss be a lady younger than him? He must be too tired from reading and confused himself!
Abel shook his head, gesturing for Wynter to keep quiet. “Miss, keep your voice down. Mrs. Yates Senior should have told you not to mention her here. Just follow me and learn from the renowned doctors.”
She just looked at him meaningfully without any response. Before he realized what she meant, the two young men following him also came over.
“Abel, who is she?” the one who spoke was the youngest grandson of the Youngs, Xavier
Young.
Ahol answered, “My c
friend”
Xavier observed Wynter for a while and said, “You’re pretty.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Thank you.”
Another young man pushed him away and said to her, “Miss, I’m Calvert Shepherd. What’s your star sign? Do you usually like clubbing or reading? These are my hobbies!”
“Back off!”
Abel stopped his two friends. “Be lowkey! Don’t you see that everyone is looking at us?”
Xavier didn’t care. “That’s nothing. This seminar is for those old–fashioned. I’m useless and don’t even understand medicine. I wonder why my grandpa brought me here.”
“It’s boring to death!” Calvert winked at Wynter. “Miss, do you want fortune–telling? The Shepherds are famous for predicting people’s luck.”
Wynter had heard about the three of them–the conspicuous group of Southdale’s aristocratic families. They often went to clubs and race cars and had no abilities, almost becoming a joke in the medical field. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Now that she had seen them, she was surprised by their sincerity because not many people could admit they were useless.
Yvette also noticed them and whispered to Hilda, “Madam Gibson, the Lopezes, the Youngs, and the Shepherds seem to have a good relationship with her. They seem to be planning to help her.”
“They’re just losers.”
Hilda patted Yvette’s hand and whispered. “The promising people from the Youngs and the Shepherds are sitting here with us. Look at the one who is drinking tea. He is Felix Young, a
cardiologist.
“The most handsome boy in the Shepherds, Charlie Shepherd, is also here. Well, you know
him too. I heard that he’s interested in you.
She lowered her head shyly. “Madam Gibson, please don’t make fun of me. Charlie and I
are just classmates.”
“Classmates? But he has been looking at you since he entered, Hilda said as if she had
experience.
“I know you have many suitors. As for the Lopezes, just forget it.”
At the hospital, the Lopezes were on Wynter’s side. They must be the happiest to know that the Gibsons were expelled from the Heavenly Medical Guild.
Although the Heavenly Medical Guild was powerful, Hilda had the rare herb to cure Dalton. Everyone else would take stock of the situation.
She observed other aristocratic families, then at the Lopezes. She despised the fact that
Abel was friends with Margaret’s apprentice.
Abel was filling out a form at this time. He held a pen and asked Wynter, “Miss, what is your code name? We can be in groups of four. I’ll report it to the Yarwoods together.” She rested her chin on her hand, preparing to reveal her identity.