Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 277

A few dozen black cars soon surrounded the three previous cars. The guard who stepped out of the car turned to Wilson and said humbly," Our deepest apologies for arriving late, Mr. Quinn."

Wilson glanced at the weaselly-looking man, his expression wickedly attractive even in its fearsomeness.

"Round them all up and use whatever means of torture you need to find out who sent them here," he said coldly.

Anyone who dared lay a finger on Yvette didn't deserve to remain on this earth.

"Understood, Mr. Quinn," the guards answered deferentially.

"You need to get your wound bandaged up immediately," Yvette said. She winced through the cramps in her lower body to get out so she could bandage his wound.

Wilson's heart ached as he looked at her pale face. He wanted so badly to tell her to go back into the car to rest. But he could tell from the determined look in her eye that Yvette wouldn't be listening to whatever he had to say. Giving in, Wilson sighed, obediently stretching his arm out to Yvette to let her bandage it.

Luckily, his wound wasn't really deep. Not having any medical

supplies, Yvette simply tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes. She then wrapped it haphazardly around his arm to stop the blood first.

We need to go to the hospital now to

at Yvette's serious expression, Wilson lowered his voice and coaxed her gently, "I'm fine. I'll go to the mall with you first." How sweet.

surge of warmth came flowing unprompted from Yvette's chest. Don't you ever block a dagger

his captivating eyes, smoldering with passion, and said

all over again to

explosion of that magnitude generated a huge buzz. The media representatives and journalists had all rushed to

arrived, they saw the cold, ruthless Wilson, who was famed for

her side profile could be seen, her

accident. Instead, they swarmed

gain way more traction than any other

blocking her from view with his tall silhouette. The journalists would only be able to take

the car stopped outside the doors of a mall. Suffering through the waggling eyebrows of passersby

Wilson bought a

a change

into the car to bring Yvette up to

room in his arms.