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.

turned icy. A menacing air radiated from him, making one's

intervened in time. "Mr. Jackson, you

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

this, Yvette couldn't help but smile, amused. But in the next moment, a pair of strong, handsome hands gripped her waist tightly. "Yvie, why are you

narrowed in displeasure as he

even over this

smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick

jealous over nothing.

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The dark cloud that had been hanging

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,

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

loud kick on the door and

are up. Yvie, come

his teeth in frustration but had no choice

Yvette obediently followed

of the VIP room, Jacob pulled her over.

Jacob, noting that the anger

his hand, gently ruffling her hair, speaking to her in an incredibly tender tone. "Yvie, I was never angry at

at fault? It was

If there was a mistake, it would

of warmth wash over her as she obediently let him lead

at him, Wilson's handsome face