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.

air radiated from him, making one's

him," Yvette intervened in time. "Mr. Jackson, you may leave

away! Thank you, Ms. Yvette!" Samuel, relieved, quickly fled the room as though the devil himself were chasing

smile, amused. But in the next moment, a pair of strong, handsome hands gripped her waist tightly. "Yvie, why are

as he forcefully pulled Yvette into

jealous even

and gave him a quick peck on the

over nothing.

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immediately. The dark cloud

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

step, determined to make her his. And now, he had what he wanted. He would never let go-Yvette could only be his! Faced with the man's intense gaze, Yvette felt her heart skip a beat. Wilson's eyes grew

loud kick on the door and Jacob's

minutes are up. Yvie,

gritted his teeth in frustration

the flutter in her heart, Yvette obediently followed him out

soon as Yvette stepped out of the VIP room, Jacob pulled

that the anger had faded from his face. "Jacob, are you not mad

gently ruffling her hair, speaking to her in an incredibly tender tone. "Yvie,

fault? It was that lecher

no wrong. If there

of warmth wash over her as

Jacob without even glancing at him, Wilson's handsome face darkened. His fingers tightened, revealing