Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 

When Yvette uttered those words, it shocked Yasmin and her group. Their faces instantly turned pale. If Yvette wasn’t treating them, then who would foot the bill for the 87 million dollars? 

“What do you mean, Yvie?” Yasmin was the first to accuse her. “You promised to treat 

sat everyone. It’s not fair to back out now.” 

“Yeah, Yvette. You agreed to treat us, and now you’re going back on your word? How shameless!” the other socialites chimed in. 

Yvette stood tall. Though her face was expressionless, she emanated an oppressive air. “I never agreed to treat anyone. You all made assumptions on your own.” 

The socialites, intimidated by her presence, instinctively took a step back. Upon reflection, they realized that Yvette had indeed never agreed 

to treat them. 

Yasmin’s face tumed sour. She never expected Yvette to be so shameless as to refuse to treat them 

“Yvie, what do we do now? We’ve already put on the jewelry, and there’s no way to get a refund ” 

Yasmin tried to play the victim, but before she could finish, Yvette interrupted impatiently. “It’s none of my business.” 

Yasmin was rendered speechless by Yvette’s blunt response. Her fece darkened considerably. 

“I’m leaving now. Settle the bill yourselves ” Yvette’s lips curled into a mocking smile. Before leaving, she offered a piece of advice to the shop assistant. “If they refuse to pay, call the police.” 

The shop assistant reacted swiftly. She cast a grateful glance at Yvette before saying, “If you don’t pay now, I’ll have to call the police.” 

Hearing the threat of police involvement, the socialites panicked. Getting taken to the police station would be a huge embarrassment. 

“Yas, we took the jewelry because you said Yvette was treating us. You have to sort this out.” 

“Yeah, we don’t want to end up in the police station. You said Yvette was treating us, so you settle the bill.” 

“Exactly! Yes, you have to settle the bill,” 

With each person pressuring her to pay, Yasmin’s face tumed paler by the second, and she felt unsteady on her feet. 

The shop assistant looked at her disdainfully. “Ms. Murray, don’t tell me you can’t afford 87 million dollars. If you can’t, I’ll have to call the police.” 

“Don’t underestimate Yas. The Murray family is the wealthiest family in Jublife City, and Yas is their favorite child. How could she not afford 

$7 million dollars?”