Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Inside the banquet hall, Yvette dealt with one mug after another trying to strike up a conversation, feeling increasingly irritated. If det for Jacob's sake, she would hurre left bong

"Ms. Murray!" Yet another handsome young man named Erik approached her.

"I heard from Mr. Murray that you studied medicine. Coincidentally, I have a great interest in medicine as well. I hope we can exchange ideas sometime."

Yvette casually swirled the wine glass in her hand, her voice cold and aloof. "You've got the wrong person. I don't know a thing about medicine.

As soon as those words fell, Erik's expression turned into an awkward one.

Standing nearby, Jack couldn't help but silently remark that Yvette was really good at lying

When Yara was poisoned, even the famous Gideon couldn't save her, but Yvette easily neutralized the poison. Besides, she was the one who cured Martha's illness. If she knew nothing about medicine, then no one in the world could claim they understood it. Despite the awkwardness, Erik didn't give up. "Ms. Murray, could I at least have your contact information?"

"How bold of you, trying to steal from me."

A deep, magnetic voice suddenly sounded, and the banquet hall doors were pushed open. Wilson strode in, his handsome face shrouded in a layer of coldness, emanating a terrifying air.

The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, a suffocating atmosphere enveloped the entire room. What had been a lively event instantly fell into a deathly silence.

"M-Mr. Quinn..." The people in the room couldn't help but gasp, shocked by his appearance, but even more so filled with fear.

Wilson didn't even spare them a glance. He walked straight toward Yvette in the center of the banquet hall, his cold, piercing gaze falling on Erik who had been talking to her. Erik, already intimidated by Wilson's presence, began trembling uncontrollably.

eyes bore into him, exuding an overwhelming pressure. "Do

Watching Erik flee in panic, Wilson sneered coldly. "Is this the

from his words, Yvette couldn't

gaze landed on her, his voice laced with frustration. "Are you trying to change

were filled with a bit of mischief as she tilted her head at him, "Cant

a chance!" Wilson's expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching tightly as he looked at her, exuding danger. "I'm sticking to you

softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't be mad, I didn't come here for a matchmaking banquet behind your back. I was tricked by my

Wilson's eyes faded, and he gently pulled her into his embrace. He knew it wasn't her choice to attend this ridiculous matchmaking

again. Jacob was really pushing it! He'd settle this score with

for even a second longer. His long, beautiful

him take her hand,

stepped forward." M-Mr. Quinn, Mr. Murray gave orders that no man over 24 years old is allowed to attend today's event. Your age exceeds the limit, so... please... leave..." As soon as the words fell,

thrown into an ice

in frustration. Jacob really knew how

voice was bone-chilling, his expression as cold as death. Everyone present trembled in fear, not daring to utter a word, terrified they'd

"I'll go

you, "Yvette softly reassured him, holding his hand tighter. "Let's head

the fury raging inside him. When he turned to look

to take a step forward,

stay! The matchmaking banquet isn't