Chapter 37

"You guys, look over there! It's Mr. Quinn! Wait, who's that woman beside him? Her figure looks so familiar..."

as they watched Wilson and

whispers among the socialites grew as

"Yeah, you're right. She kind of looks like Yvette e from behind." The wh from a distance.

Yasmin's expression instantly darkened as she listened to their speculation. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists as she tried to hide her inner turmoil.

"You guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don't know each other." How could Wilson possibly be with that bitch Yvette?!

Sensing Yasmin's grim expression, the group of socialites quickly agreed.

the wrong person. Yvette wouldn't

bumpkin wouldn't even get a chance to

washed over Yasmin after

in her hand,

liked and disliked. So today, he

seafood restaurant warily. "Mr. Quinn, don't you have a mild- He wanted to

mild. With gloves, he

Samuel

"That's enough. You don't need to peel anymore," Yvette protested. But Wilson

was feeding a pig? Yvette glanced down at her bowl filled with neatly peeled shrimp. She hadn't peeled a single one herself throughout

as if he could read her thoughts. His tone softened as

have to

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