Talented Heiress A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 787

If Wilson hadn't dodged quickly and managed to restrain her leg, that kick would have destroyed him.

Under the golden mask, his handsome face darkened. His eyes were filled with even more intense murderous intent.

A grown man with legs so thin—it was honestly disgusting.

With an expression of disgust in his mesmerizing eyes, Wilson twisted the fool's leg, producing a sharp crack.

Yvette winced, her face paling slightly as she bit back the intense pain from her twisted leg. She threw a punch at the man's chest.

The man took a step back, his eyes full of hostility, blocking her punch just in time.

Like a shadow, Yvette launched herself at him again, reaching for the gun that had fallen to the ground. Just as her hand was about to touch the gun, the man kicked it away.

Damn it, if she didn't finish off this dumbass today, she couldn't call herself a Murray!

Her fury ignited completely, and her attacks became even fiercer, each move aiming to be fatal.

Wilson matched her blow for blow, neither one gaining the upper hand.

Until…

Yvette's pale fingertips grasped a gleaming silver needle, aiming to pierce the man's main artery, while at the same moment, his gun was pointed at her forehead.

The air was deathly still, thick with tension and a sense of imminent violence. Both of them had a hold on each other's life, neither daring to make the first move.

"If you surrender now, the Shadow Alliance can leave your body intact." The man's voice was icy as it reached her ears.

Yvette scoffed. Her stunningly beautiful fox-like eyes glinted coldly, her tone nonchalant yet carrying a palpable arrogance. "If you kneel and beg, I'll leave your body whole, too!"

The man's voice grew even colder, sending a chill down the spine. "Such an ignorant fool!"

Yvette suddenly attacked, aiming a punch at his eye, catching him off guard, and knocking the golden mask off his face.

"You're asking for it!" Wilson's gaze turned dangerously sharp as he aimed his gun at her head, ready to pull the trigger.

"The one who's going to die today is you!"

Yvette thrust the silver needle in her hand towards his main artery. Just as it was about to pierce him, her movements froze as she saw his face beneath the mask, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Wilson?"

In her shock, Yvette forgot to use her disguised voice, speaking in her true voice instead.

That was definitely Yvette's voice!

Wilson's eyes narrowed sharply, his strikingly handsome face showing a rare flash of disbelief. His hand trembled as he held the gun.

"Yvie?"