Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 

Ablack Maybach rolled to a stop before Mumay Manor alter dominates 

“It’s Mr. Quinn That’s Mr. Quinn’s ca!” 

“Oh, my God! Mr. Quinn’s here, too!” 

A commotion broke out in the banquet hall. The wealthy socialites inside obsessively fiscated on Wilson as he exited his Maybach 

*Everyone, please clear a path! Mr. Quinn is here to see Ms. Murray.” Samuel announced. 

“Ms. Murray?” Everyone wondered in unison 

The socialites that mocked Yasmin’s poor plann skills earlier sang a different tune when they heard that 

⠀⠀⠀ “Oh, so Mr. Quin is here to see you, Yasmin? Gosh, how envious!” 

“Yeah! Yasmin, Mr. Quin ever attends any banquets or events, but he’s here for you!! 

“Holy cow, Yasmin! Mr. Quinn’s being extra nice to you, huh?” 

Yasmin enjoyed hearing everyone hutter up to her. Yet, at the same time, she felt guilty. 

Although the Mu 

In a year. 

Murray and Quinn families had good relations, she wasn’t closely acquainted with Wilson. She barely even saw him a few times 

With that in mind, she wondered if Wilson was actually here to see her 

Yasmin loveted her gaze and pretended to be bashful “Stop, guys What if Mr. Quinn isn’t even here to see me?” 

“Who else would he be here for if not you? Either way, he can’t possibly be here to see that Yvette who just returned from the country.” 

“That’s right! Wette just retomed. Not only are Yvette and Mr. Quinn not acquainted, but Thet Mr. Quinn has never even met her before. How could be possibly be here for her?” 

Yeah! Mr.Quinn has to be here to see you, 

Yasmin! 

Confidence fuelled Yasmin as she took in everyone’s words. She believed everyone was night; rette had just returned to Jubilife City. There was no way Yvette could have met Wilson, so he had to be here for her 

After convincing herself of that, she immediately became overjoyed and hurried coward Wilson. Then, with a kittonish demeanor, she spoke up. “Why have you come to see me, Mr. Quinn?” 

“Who says I’m here to see you? Wilson snarled, his eyes narrowing at Yasmin’s over–the–top behavior. He looked at her with a pointed, spirotul stare while his deep valce withered with annoyance. Tm here to see the Murrays sixth child and true heiress” 

Nobody could have predicted Yvette’s return would demote Yasmin to being the seventh child in the Murray 

to Tamily. 

That left Yasmin seething with jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard that she could almost taste blood. It frustrated her that even Wilson 

was here for Yvette. 

Although Yasmin brimmed with hatred, she still forced herself to smule. “vie had to leave to deal with something. Why don’t I keep you company instead?” 

She didn’t mind making a joke of herself if it gave her the chance to be close with Wilson. 

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll visit Mr. and Mrs. Murray another time.” Wilson’s expression turned glacial. He had no reason to stay or waste his time here since the Murray family’s long–lost daughter had already left. 

“Mr. Quinn..” Yasmin mummured, aggrieved that Wilson was ditching her so mercilessly, and without hesitation. 

“Oh, God! Mr. Quinn is here to see Yvette! That’s umbelievable!” 

Who said that there was no way he’d he hem for Vette? This must be like a slap to their faces, huh?” 

Yasmin’s cheeks heated up as she listened to everyone’s mockery. Her loathing for Yvette burned more intensely. She wondered, “What’s so great about the country bumpkin that even Wilson would seek her out?” 

“Stop the car.” Wilson’s rich voice abruptly rang out as the car speil abend. 

“Yes, Mr. Quinn.” Although Samuel didn’t understand it, he slammed the brakes to stop the car. He then turned to where Wilson was looking 

and saw Yvette, who was squatting and fixing a motorcycle 

That was when Samuel understood why Wilson had suddenly asked him to stop the car. 

Yvette had changed into a black windbreaker. Her delicate face tilted downward, showing off her striking and refined features. 

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However, she had some oil stains on her chooks and the tip of her nose, which made her look like a cat who had played in the mud. 

Wilson’s lips curved upward, and the frost in his eyes vanished in that instance. With a hint of amusement, he thought, “I was right. It is her..” 

Yvette was so focused on fixing the motorcycle that she didn’t notice something was amiss in her surroundings. 

Her motorcycle had broken down in an obscure area. She had no choice but to fix it before hurrying to the laboratory. 

Just then, a clean handkerchief appeared before Yvette. Her captivating eyes darted upward in alert. 

Upon sensing the weariness radiating from Yvette, Wilson let out a light chuckle. His charming face relaxed into a grin. “Do you not remember who I am?” 

It was impossible for others to forget a face like his 

Yvette remained alert as she accepted his handkerchief and answered, “I do remember you.”