Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189 

“Bastard?” Wilson thought to himself. 

His handsome face darkened instantly, and a chilling aura emanated from him. 

Standing nearby, Samuel barely managed to stifle a laugh. It was the first time he’d heard someone calling Wilson a bastard! 

“Let go of Yvette!” Gabriel continued, oblivious to the impending danger, “You don’t even look that young anymore. Yvette is just a young lady! How could you be so shameless? You old pervert…” 

Gabriel’s rant grew more heated. He turned his gaze from Yvette to Wilson and prepared to continue his tirade. 

However, when he finally recognized Wilson, his expression froze. He shuddered violently and stammered, “M–Mr. Quinn… What are you doing here?” 

He wondered if Wilson was the one who had taken away the Pianists Association’s treasure. 

Gabriel was both shocked and terrified. Recalling his earlier insults, he wished he could go back in time and tear his mouth apart. 

He knew he was doomed. 

He had insulted the one person in Jubilite no one dared to cross! He was over! 

“Old pervert?” Wilson’s full lips curled into a dangerous smile, his aura growing even more menacing. With a smirk, he said, “Keep going. Don’t stop.” 

Of course, Gabriel wouldn’t dare say another word. 

Trembling, he tried to appease Wilson. “No, no, Mr. Quinn. You misunderstood. I meant to say that you are such a mature and composed guy. You’re a perfect match for Yvette!” 

Now, that was more pleasing to the ear. 

The dangerous glint in Wilson’s eyes disappeared, though his expression remained intimidating. 

Seeing the terrified Gabriel, Yvette lightly tugged on Wilson’s sleeve with her delicate fingers. “Enough. Stop scaring him.” 

“Alright. I’ll listen to you, Yvie.” 

Wilson’s deep and magnetic voice was filled with affection as he withdrew his icy gaze from Gabriel. 

Gabriel was stunned to see Wilson obeying Yvette and letting him off the hook. 

Widening his mouth, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He wondered if this was the rumored ruthless and cold–hearted guy, 

“Uncle Gabriel, I’ll visit the Pianists Association when I have the time.”