Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 383

In the VIP room, Samuel noticed that Yvette was in a bad mood and tried to comfort her. "Ms. Yvette, don't worry. I'm confident Mr. Quinn can sort this out." Yvette didn't agree with him. She pressed her delicate fingers against her temples, massaging them.

Jacob was so angry today. This matter won't be easy to resolve.

Seeing that Yvette was still upset, Samuel couldn't help but try to cheer her up. "Oh right, Ms. Yvette, there's something I've been wanting to tell you!"

Sure enough, Yvette's curiosity was piqued. She lifted her stunning eyes and looked at him. "What is it?"

"Ms. Yvette, you wouldn't believe this..."

Samuel immediately launched into an animated explanation, "Ms. Yvette, when you first returned to Jubilife and hadn't yet met Mr. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn Senior asked him to take some time to visit Murray Manor and meet you. "Upon learning of the matter, Mr. Quinn exclaimed, 'If I'm not mistaken, she's barely 18. Do you think I'm a lecher?"

Samuel's imitation was spot on, even mimicking the tone, which made Yvette smile faintly. She clicked her tongue lightly.

Well, he refused to be a lecher. Wasn't he acting like quite the lecher now?

Seeing that Yvette's mood had improved, Samuel finally relaxed. He still remembered Wilson's disdainful tone back then. How ironic that things have turned out this way! "You're quite the mimic."

Wilson entered with a menacing stride, his eyes piercing over Samuel. A sense of impending danger hung heavy in the air.

"Mr... Mr. Quinn..."

Samuel hadn't expected Wilson to return so quickly. Caught in the act, he shrank back in fear, pitifully turning to Yvette for help. Samuel was still bold enough to look at Yvette.

gaze turned icy. A menacing air radiated

him," Yvette intervened in time.

Ms. Yvette!" Samuel, relieved, quickly fled the room as though the devil

but smile, amused. But in the next moment, a pair of

narrowed in displeasure as

even over this

tiptoes, and gave him a quick peck

jealous over nothing. Chapter

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The dark cloud that

say you wouldn't be a lecher?" Yvette teased, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Then why did you ask for my number the first time we met?" Wilson let out a low, husky laugh. Then he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her soft earlobe. His deep voice was both seductive and alluring. "Baby, from the moment I first saw you, I

his. And now, he had what he wanted. He would never let go-Yvette could only be his! Faced with the man's

the distance between them closed, a loud kick on the door and Jacob's

minutes are up. Yvie, come

atmosphere was instantly ruined. Wilson gritted his teeth in frustration

in her heart, Yvette obediently followed him

out of the VIP room, Jacob pulled her over. "Yvie, come home with

serious look at Jacob, noting that the anger had

in an incredibly tender tone. "Yvie, I was

It was that lecher

If there was

his thoughts, Yvette felt a wave of warmth wash over her

Jacob without even glancing at him, Wilson's handsome face