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.

we probably got the wrong person. Yvette

That country bumpkin wouldn't even

over Yasmin after hearing their

tightened her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize

Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today, he had chosen a seafood

Quinn, don't you have a mild- He wanted to

was mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for

this, Samuel

his gloved hands. "That's enough. You don't need to peel anymore," Yvette protested. But Wilson continued as he lifted his captivating eyes

he was feeding a pig? Yvette glanced down at her bowl filled with neatly peeled shrimp. She

His tone softened as he spoke, "It's not

to eat

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