Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 416

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by was exquisitely crafted into a rose–shaped brooch, with colorless diamonds embedded in the . It was a masterpiece of luxury and precision. 

/ took an instant liking to it as she gazed at the brooch, her smile growing even brighter. “Thank you, )! I love it!” 

lad you like it.” He reached out and ruffled her hair again, his voice low and soothing. “Let’s get in ar. I’ll take both of you to dinner.” 

/!” Nancy felt like she was on cloud nine. Jacob had not only patted her head, but he had also given beautiful gift. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. 

ey drove away, Jacob noticed a familiar black Maybach following them. His eyes narrowed, and he lerated, expertly losing the tail. 

le the Maybach, Samuel reported to Wilson, “Mr. Quinn, we’ve been spotted by Mr. Murray. He’s trying 

ake us off.” 

on’s expression remained impassive. “Keep following.” 

vel hesitated. “But Mr. Quinn, if we continue to follow them, we might provoke Mr. Murray.” 

son’s voice was cold and detached as he uttered, “I don’t care. He’s already hostile toward me, so at’s the difference?” 1 

er since Jacob had found out about Wilson’s relationship with Yvette, he had been giving him the cold oulder. He had never let up on the verbal abuse, always referring to Wilson as an “old lecher“. 

cob also hovered over Yvette like a hawk, making it impossible for Wilson to see Yvette. If he hadn’t en Yvette’s brother, Wilson would have knocked his block off! 

atching Wilson’s face twist with irritation but unable to retaliate, Samuel was on the verge of laughter. ilson was used to having his way, but this time, he’d bitten off more than he could chew. 

ust then, the phone rang, and Samuel conveyed, “Mr. Quinn, it’s Ms. Olson on the line.” 

lith the utmost respect, Samuel presented the phone to Wilson. 

Vilson’s expression remained uninterested as he accepted the phone. “Hello?” 

Wilson, do you have time today?” Victoria’s sweet voice came through the line. 

It’s my birthday, and I was hoping you could come over-” 

“I don’t have time,” Wilson replied curtly, effectively cutting her off. 

Samuel raised an eyebrow. Didn’t they have a lot of free time today? 

Wilson continued, his voice aloof. “If you want to throw a birthday party or something, you can ask Samuel to arrange it for you. He’ll take care of everything.” 

The Olson family had once helped his parents, and Wilson felt obligated to repay that debt–but that was the extent of it. 

“No, I don’t want to host a party.” Victoria’s voice sounded disappointed. “I just wanted to spend my birthday with the people I care about. If you’re busy, then never mind…”