Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

u have no right to talk about my fiancée like that!"

Wilson strode In, his handsome face clouded with anger, his presence instantly intimidating.

"M-Mr. Quinn..."

Orlando hadn't expected Wilson to be there. His face went pale. The Shaw family could perhaps weather the storm of their conflict with the Murrays. But the addition of Wilson to the equation meant certain trouble. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Murray. I really put my foot in my mouth. I didn't mean to offend you with my remark.

Orlando's expression transformed instantly. A forced, sycophantic grin replaced the brooding look he previously wore.

Yvette's eyes flashed with icy contempt as she sneered at him. "It's a shame, but I'm a bit of a grudge holder. I'm not very forgiving, you see."

Yvette's hand, his

intense coldness.

for anyone who makes my

Orlando couldn't force a fawning smile

stupidity, the Shaws wouldn't be in

and the Quinns breathing

the medical equipment delivered

now a

sincerity, I'll transfer 10% of my shares to you.