Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321 

“What’s there to brag about? It’s just pastries from Crown Bakehouse, “Collin replied, sounding envious. 

Wilson read the text and smirked. He took a picture of his wound and sent it to the group chat. 

Wilson wrote, “My baby did the bandage for me.” 

Reading the texts from his friends, Collin grimaced. Collin thought his friends were being very cruel to him. After all, Collin was the only one without a little sister or a girlfriend! 

Collin replied, “Wilson, when are you going to transfer me back? I’m all tanned now. What if I can’t find a girlfriend while I’m out here alone, tanning in the sun…” 

But Wilson ignored Collin and texted Yvette instead. 

“I miss you,” he wrote. 

Meanwhile, at Murray Corporation, Yvette couldn’t help but smile at the text she received from Wilson. 

Yvette put her phone away and said, “Jacob, I have to go now. I have some things to do.” 

Yvette had just arrived, but she was already leaving. Jacob was 

reluctant to let her go, but he didn’t want to force her to stay either. Jacob simply nodded gently. 

“Okay. I’ll send you home, Yvie.” 

Yvette promptly rejected him and said, “It’s fine. I can go home by myself.” 

Jacob frowned at this. He wondered why it seemed as if Yvette was meeting her boyfriend behind their backs. 

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But he immediately dismissed that thought. After all, Yvette had just returned to Jubilife. Ashton and Sean kept a close eye on her in school, too. Yvette couldn’t possibly have found herself a boyfriend! 

At that thought, Jacob felt more assured. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table. Jacob and Wilson had agreed that once Martha was discharged from the hospital, Wilson would break off the 

engagement. 

There were three days until–Martha’s discharge. 

Jacob was determined to break off the engagement between Wilson and Yvette. He would never allow his beloved sister to marry an old man like Wilson! 

The Murray Corporation and Quinn Corporation buildings were not far apart. Yvette walked over with the pastries herself. She had told Samuel beforehand, so the receptionists treated her with respect. 

“Please come with me, Ms. Yvette. Mr. Jackson has been waiting 

Yvette nodded. But just as she was about to leave with the receptionist, a sharp female voice spoke from behind her. 

“Stop right there! I’ve been waiting here for a long time and you still won’t let me in. Why is she allowed to go inside?” 

The woman had decent looks, but she was overdressed, and it made her look extremely tacky. 

In response to her unreasonable question, the receptionist answered politely, “I’m sorry, Ms. Simpson. But you’re not allowed to enter.”