Talented Heiress A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 877

"That's right, Yvie. We were just chatting, not arguing," Xavier said, his voice calm and gentle.

Hearing this, the suspicion in Yvette's eyes dissipated. Her delicate eyebrows arched lazily.

It made sense. Xavier had always been mild-tempered. He was never one to quarrel. She was just overthinking.

Meanwhile, Apollo and Miguel struggled to suppress their reactions, though they dared not utter a word.

"Let's go." Yvette stood up, stretching lazily, and took the lead in leaving the cabin. Apollo quickly followed, his demeanor thoroughly ingratiating.

The guards were still reeling from the shock of witnessing their awe-inspiring leader acting coy. Their stunned expressions hadn't even faded when they met Yvette's gaze.

A chill ran down their spines, and they immediately lowered their heads.

Yvette pressed her luscious, rosy lips together firmly before speaking with an air of authority. "You didn't see anything just now. Got it?"

"Yes, Ms. Murray! We absolutely understood!" The guards nodded in unison, their tone respectful.

Only then did Yvette feel like her dignity was restored. Satisfied, she nodded and continued walking out.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere inside the cabin grew tense and strained once more.

"Earlier, you asked me if I knew whose territory this is." Wilson's lips curled slightly, his presence commanding and intense. His proud gaze landed on Xavier. "This is my fiancée's territory."

He deliberately emphasized Yvette's status. The implication of his triumph was clear as day.

Behind him, Samuel couldn't help but silently comment in his heart. "Wow, Mr. Quinn really knows how to strike where it hurts!"

Sure enough, Xavier's expression turned icy, his demeanor exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

Miguel and the others felt a shiver run down their spines.