Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 13

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

and pretended to be bashful "Stop, guys What

would he be here for if not you? Either way, he can't possibly be here to see that

Quinn not acquainted, but Thet Mr. Quinn has never even met her before. How

be

Yasmin!

she took in everyone's words. She believed everyone was night; rette had just returned to Jubilife City. There was no way Yvette could have met Wilson, so he

her

immediately became overjoyed and hurried coward Wilson. Then, with a kittonish

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 to see the

could have predicted Yvette's return would demote Yasmin to

to Tamily.

lip so hard that she could almost

was here for Yvette.

hatred, she still forced herself to smule. "vie had to leave to deal with something. Why don't I keep you

if it gave her the chance to

had

mummured, aggrieved that Wilson was ditching her so

God! Mr. Quinn is here

hem for

mockery. Her loathing for Yvette burned more intensely. She wondered, "What's so great about the country bumpkin that

Wilson's rich voice abruptly rang out as the

the brakes to stop the car. He then turned to where

was squatting

Wilson had suddenly asked him to

had changed into a black windbreaker. Her delicate face tilted

oil 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

motorcycle that

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