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

pretended to be bashful "Stop, guys What if

be here for if not you? Either way, he can't possibly

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

to be

Yasmin!

fuelled Yasmin as she took in everyone's words. She believed everyone was night; rette had just returned to Jubilife City. There was no way Yvette could

her

herself of that, she immediately became overjoyed and hurried coward Wilson. Then, with a kittonish demeanor, she spoke up. "Why have you come to see

says I'm here to see you? Wilson snarled, his eyes 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

could have predicted Yvette's return would demote Yasmin to being the seventh child

to Tamily.

with jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard that she could almost taste blood. It

was here for Yvette.

"vie had

of herself if it gave her the chance to

turned glacial. He had

Wilson was ditching her so mercilessly, and

here to see Yvette! That's

was no way he'd he hem for Vette? This must

as she listened to everyone's mockery. Her loathing for Yvette burned more intensely. She wondered, "What's so great about the country bumpkin that even Wilson would

car." Wilson's rich voice abruptly rang out as the

it, he slammed the brakes to stop the car. He

was squatting

when Samuel understood why Wilson had

into a black windbreaker. Her delicate face tilted downward, showing off her striking and refined

the tip of her nose, which made her

instance. With a hint of amusement, he thought, "I was right.

fixing the motorcycle that she didn't notice something was

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