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 from

in time. "Mr. Jackson,

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

moment, a pair of strong,

as he forcefully pulled Yvette into his

he jealous even over

on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick peck

over

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lifted immediately. The dark cloud that

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,

approached her step by 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 darker as his long, elegant fingers tilted her

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

are up. Yvie,

in frustration

the flutter in her heart, Yvette obediently followed him out of

as Yvette stepped out of the VIP room, Jacob

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

speaking to her in an

fault? It was that

precious little sister could do no wrong. If there was a mistake, it would always be someone

Yvette felt a wave of warmth wash over her as she obediently let him

even glancing at him, Wilson's handsome face darkened.