Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523 

Yvette had the support of the Murrays and the Quinns. It would be unwise to cross her. Compared to the massive losses, Orlando was more concerned about preserving his family. 

The Shaws acted quickly. The medical equipment and share transfer agreement were soon delivered to her. 

“Yvette, you’re amazing! In the blink of an eye, you made billions!” 

Her elegant eyebrows lifted lazily as she shrugged and said, “No big deal.” She was all for getting things free of charge. 

Wilson chuckled and whispered, “Baby, let’s get something to eat.” 

“No, I promised I’d join them,” Yvette replied, her tone firm. “You go back home.” 

“Are you ditching me for them?” Wilson’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he gazed at her, his voice laced with persuasion. “My fiancée is so heartless…” 

Yvette avoided his gaze, not wanting to fall for his tricks. She didn’t want Madison and her group to think she was 

putting her fiancé before her friends. 

Seeing she remained,unmoved, Wilson’s eyes narrowed, his expression taking on a hint of wickedness. 

“Then, can I tag along?” 

“No.” 

Yvette shook her head again, refusing his request. She didn’t want to scare off Madison and the others. 

“You’re so clingy,” she remarked. Wilson was being rejected! 

Watching from the sidelines, Jasper was taken aback but couldn’t hide his glee. 

Feeling increasingly dejected, Wilson looked more and more miserable. But Yvette didn’t wan to keep Madison and the others waiting any longer, so she gently pushed him away. 

“I need to go now. You can go back.” With that, she turned and strode off, joining Madison and the others. 

As soon as she caught up with them, Madison and her group swept her up in a flurry of hug and laughter. 

“Wilson, it seems you’re not as important to Yvette as her girlfriends,” Jasper teased, unab to resist. 

Wilson’s icy gaze fell on Jasper, his voice cold and detached. “Go ahead and laugh, it’s okay 

“How kind of you, Wilson!” Jasper burst out laughing, no longer able to continue ” was fighting so hard not to laugh just now. I had to pinch myself to keep from vzadung 

Wilson cast a cold, indifferent glance his way, and slowly spoke. “Say goodbye to your allowance.” 

Jasper’s laughter stopped abruptly. How could anyone do such a thing? 

Sean received a video and text message from Jasper. 

The latter had met his idol, who was none other than his sister–in–law! 

After watching the video, Sean was over the moon. He immediately shared the news and the video in the Murray brothers‘ group chat, 

Ashton: “Our baby sister is the Lord of the Tracks, Shadow God!” 

Ashton’s response was filled with shock and awe 

Adam: “No surprise there, she’s always b 

amazing! I’m so proud of her!” 

Jacob: “Yvie is indeed awesome, way better than all of you!” 

Ashton: “Jacob, although this is true, please don’t say it out loud. It hurts our pride.” 

Sean: “Oh man, Yvie has so many identities! She’s a genius gamer, piano master Mischa Rachmaninoff, the famous jewelry designer Yves, Shadow God… I’ve lost count!” 

As Adam drilled recruits at the base camp, he let out a scornful snort upon reading the 

message. 

These identities were nothing. If they found out Yvette was also the famous ruler of the underworld, Master Xev, they’d be shocked. 

But that had to be kept a secret. He had no intention of revealing this to his brothers. It was a secret only he and Yvette knew. 

Ashton: “Yvie is so talented, it makes me feel like a failure as her brother!” 

Adam: “What the? Go back to the last minute of the video. Is that someone’s hands on Yvie’s waist?” 

Ashton: “Damn! I rewatched the video, and Adam is right! That old lecher, Wilson must be taking advantage of Yvie again!” 

Sean clenched his teeth. He typed out, “I’m so angry that I want to chop his hands off!” 

Adam was seething with frustration at the base camp, desperate to rush back and protect his 

sister. 

Adam: “Tan, have your developed anything to keng Wilson may from our Ter 

Sean: “Why isn’t lan replying?” 

Ashton: “He’s probably buried in another researth project. You know very well the len treky checks his phone. Ite’s practically living off the grid! He’s on the verge of dediny, his Me to 

his work.” 

Adam: “The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I want to fly back now and chop off Wilson’s hands!”