Chapter 13

Ablack Maybach rolled to a stop before Mumay Manor alter dominates

"It's Mr. Quinn That's Mr. Quinn's ca!"

"Oh, my God! Mr. Quinn's here, too!"

A commotion broke out in the banquet hall. The wealthy socialites inside obsessively fiscated on Wilson as he exited his Maybach

*Everyone, please clear a path! Mr. Quinn is here to see Ms. Murray." Samuel announced.

"Ms. Murray?" Everyone wondered in unison

The socialites that mocked Yasmin's poor plann skills earlier sang a different tune when they heard that

"Oh, so Mr. Quin is here to see you, Yasmin? Gosh, how envious!"

"Yeah! Yasmin, Mr. Quin ever attends any banquets or events, but he's here for you!!

"Holy cow, Yasmin! Mr. Quinn's being extra nice to you, huh?"

Yasmin enjoyed hearing everyone hutter up to her. Yet, at the same time, she felt guilty.

Although the Mu

In a year.

Murray and Quinn families had good relations, she wasn't closely acquainted with Wilson. She barely even saw him a few times

With that in mind, she wondered if Wilson was actually here to see her

gaze and pretended to be bashful "Stop, guys What if Mr.

he can't possibly be here to see that Yvette who just

Wette just retomed. Not only are Yvette and Mr. Quinn not acquainted, but Thet

has to be

Yasmin!

to Jubilife City. There was no way Yvette could have met Wilson, so he had to

her

overjoyed and hurried coward Wilson. Then, with a kittonish demeanor, she spoke up. "Why have you come to see me, Mr.

narrowing at Yasmin's over-the-top behavior. He looked at her with a pointed, spirotul stare while his deep valce withered with annoyance. Tm here to see

predicted Yvette's return would demote Yasmin to

to Tamily.

seething with jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard that she could almost

was here for Yvette.

had to leave to deal with something. Why don't I

it gave

turned glacial. He had no reason to stay or waste his time here since

Yasmin mummured, aggrieved that Wilson was ditching her so mercilessly, and

God! Mr. Quinn is here to see Yvette!

said that there was no way he'd he hem for Vette? This

for Yvette burned more intensely. She wondered, "What's so great about the country bumpkin that even Wilson would seek her

Wilson's rich voice abruptly rang

understand it, he slammed the brakes to stop the car. He then turned to where

was squatting

had suddenly asked him to stop

Her delicate face tilted

stains on her chooks and the tip of her nose, which made her look like a cat who

and the frost in his eyes vanished in that instance. With a hint

so focused on fixing the motorcycle that she

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