Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276 

“In your dreams.” 

“Mr. Quinn, you…” 

The weaselly–looking man looked conflicted. His eyeballs darted back. and forth in indecision. 

There was no way this would turn out well now that they’d just offended Wilson Quinn. But he’d still be dead meat if he couldn’t 

accomplish the mission to capture Yvette. 

However, if he did manage to capture Yvette and the higher–ups were feeling gracious, there was still a chance that they would have his 

back! 

Having made his decision, the look in the weaselly–looking man’s eye turned ruthless. 

“Mr Quinn, if you insist on protecting that woman, then I’m afraid your leave us no choice. Attack!” 

The second the words were out of the man’s mouth, his henchment charged toward Wilson, brandishing their daggers. 

But as they rushed up to him one after another, they couldn’t injure Wilson at all. Wilson knocked them all out with no problem. 

“Keep stalling him, I’ll go get the woman!” 

The weaselly–looking man had silently made his way into the car while Wilson had been distracted by the fighting. 

Wilson’s unperturbed expression suddenly turned frantic. His captivating eyes burned with ferocity as terrifying as a demon from hell. 

“Scram, or you’ll be wishing that you were dead once I’m done with 

You 

Under the glare of Wilson’s bloodthirsty eyes, the man trembled in fear. But he had already gotten this far. If he wanted to live, he had no other choice but to get that woman that his higher–ups wanted! 

Brandishing the dagger in his hand, the man lunged for the pale–faced Yvette in the car, putting the dagger against her throat. 

“You’d better get outta the way, Mr. Quinn, or the girl’s gonna get it…” “Who’s gonna get what?” 

As soon as the words left Yvette’s lips, the weaselly–looking man felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The next thing he knew, he’d been kicked onto the ground. 

“Ow!” The man shrieked in pain as he slammed onto the ground. 

The cramps in Yvette’s midsection worsened, draining the color even more from her face. 

If she hadn’t been weakened this much from the pain, she would have broken all his ribs with a single kick. 

Seeing that Yvette was no longer in danger, Wilson sighed in relief, and the vindictive desire for violence in his heart subsided. But the very next second, his pupils shrank. He leaped forward to block the blade that was coming toward her. 

Unwilling to admit defeat, the kicked man had gotten back on his feet and had picked up his dagger. Furious, he was now lunging to stab her with his dagger. 

Wilson rushed over, reaching out to hold Yvette and take the slash from the dagger. He then grabbed the weaselly–looking man by the throat viciously. 

“Do you have a death wish? I’ll happily grant it.”