Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 356

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Chapter 356 

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“To beat up some jerks.” 

With those parting words, Yvette didn’t linger any longer. She turned on her heel and left the classroom. 

She hopped onto her cruiser motorcycle, her face devoid of emotion–cold and fierce, drawing attention wherever she went. 

Fifteen minutes later, with a roar, the cruiser motorcycle came to a halt in front of Sutton Residence. 

As Yvette dismounted, she spotted Jake waiting for her at the entrance, flanked by a row of members from the Dark Organization. 

“Boss!” Jake greeted her enthusiastically. 

Yvette’s voice was icy, laced with a hint of disdain. “I told you that you didn’t need to come.” 

“Boss, Mr. Phillip sent me.” Jake quickly explained, sensing her cold demeanor. “You know how worried he is about you. That was why I came!” 

“Xavier knows about this?” Yvette rubbed her forehead in exasperation but chose not to argue further, striding toward Sutton Residence with her long, fair legs. 

Knowing that Yvette wasn’t angry, Jake grinned widely. He knew Yvette wouldn’t hold a grudge against 

Xavier. 

Inside the living room, Serena and Cynthia were oblivious to the brewing storm. Watching the online frenzy and the insults directed at Yvette, Serena couldn’t contain her glee, her eyes glinting with malice. 

“That bitch is finished! She’ll forever be branded as an ungrateful daughter! It’s a pity that Jubilife University hasn’t expelled her yet!” Serena exclaimed as she gave out an evil laugh. 

Her expression grew even more sinister. “Looks like I need to hire another wave of trolls to force Jubilife University to expel that bitch…” 

Suddenly, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang. 

Serena and Cynthia screamed in shock, but their expressions quickly turned to rage when they recognized the person at the doorstep. 

“Yvette! How dare you barge into my house!” 

Yvette raised an eyebrow, coldly watching them. Her tone was casual, yet it exuded an air of arrogance. “I come and go as I please; I don’t need anyone’s permission.” 

“You little-” 

Serena and Cynthia trembled with anger at her audacity, but the imposing figures of the men behind Yvette made them hesitate. Their bravado faltered as they gritted their teeth. 

“You’re trespassing. We can call the police on you!” 

“Call the police?” Yvette smirked, her expression radiating a sinister charm that made them instinctively recoil in fear. 

“Go ahead, I dare you,” she said coldly. 

Cynthia shrank back, intimidated by Yvette’s overwhelming presence. 

“Didn’t Serena say she was a powerless, helpless country bumpkin? Why did she suddenly seem so powerful and frightening?” she thought.