Talented Heiress A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 683

Xavier's actions were so sudden that Yvette didn't react in time; by the time she realized, he had already withdrawn his hand.

"Yvie, I'll have the driver take you both home," Xavier said, subtly blocking the black Maybach in the distance, his voice warm.

"Okay."

Yvette nodded without hesitation. She hadn't intended to let him take her home anyway, as she wanted to avoid arousing the jealousy of a certain sly fox.

Watching the scene unfold from inside the car, the temperature dropped sharply, making it feel like an ice cellar. Samuel was sweating profusely in the driver's seat, terrified.

Wilson's face was clouded with rage, and Samuel wanted to say something to ease the tension. However, under Wilson's cold gaze, he was too frightened to utter a word.

Uncertain of what Xavier had said, Yvette smiled at him and then bent down to get into his car. Xavier extended his hand to help her, and his every move was considerate and attentive.

As the car drove away, Wilson's expression darkened further, and he coldly ordered, "Follow them."

"Yes, Mr. Quinn," Samuel replied respectfully. Just as he was about to press the gas pedal to catch up, he was stopped by the tall and imposing man.

Xavier's face turned cold as well, a murderous intent swirling in his dark eyes. He replied slowly, "Do you know what Yvie and I have been through? You don't know; I've known Yvie longer than you. The bond we share is something you can't compare to."

His words struck a deep chord with Wilson, highlighting the many stories he didn't know about between Xavier and Yvette. The unspoken understanding and familiarity they shared made him deeply uneasy and jealous.

Seeing Wilson's reaction, Xavier's faint smile deepened. "If you return that batch of shipment in perfect condition, I might consider speaking to Yvie on your behalf so that she won't be mad at you anymore." His remark subtly flaunted his closer relationship with Yvette and aimed to provoke Wilson.

The hostility in Wilson's narrow, dark eyes surged, and his voice turned cold and harsh. "I'll handle Yvie myself; there's no need for you to meddle."