Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Ablack Maybach rolled to a stop before Mumay Manor alter dominates

“It’s Mr. Quinn That’s Mr. Quinn’s ca!”

“Oh, my God! Mr. Quinn’s here, too!”

A commotion broke out in the banquet hall. The wealthy socialites inside obsessively fiscated on Wilson as he exited his Maybach

*Everyone, please clear a path! Mr. Quinn is here to see Ms. Murray.” Samuel announced.

“Ms. Murray?” Everyone wondered in unison

The socialites that mocked Yasmin’s poor plann skills earlier sang a different tune when they heard that

⠀⠀⠀ “Oh, so Mr. Quin is here to see you, Yasmin? Gosh, how envious!”

“Yeah! Yasmin, Mr. Quin ever attends any banquets or events, but he’s here for you!!

“Holy cow, Yasmin! Mr. Quinn’s being extra nice to you, huh?”

Yasmin enjoyed hearing everyone hutter up to her. Yet, at the same time, she felt guilty.

Although the Mu

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Murray and Quinn families had good relations, she wasn’t closely acquainted with Wilson. She barely even saw him a few times This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

With that in mind, she wondered if Wilson was actually here to see her

Yasmin loveted her gaze and pretended to be bashful “Stop, guys What if Mr. Quinn isn’t even here to see me?”

“Who else would he be here for if not you? Either way, he can’t possibly be here to see that Yvette who just returned from the country.”

“That’s right! Wette just retomed. Not only are Yvette and Mr. Quinn not acquainted, but Thet Mr. Quinn has never even met her before. How could be possibly be here for her?”

Yeah! Mr.Quinn has to be here to see you,

Yasmin!

Confidence fuelled Yasmin as she took in everyone’s words. She believed everyone was night; rette had just returned to Jubilife City. There was no way Yvette could have met Wilson, so he had to be here for her

After convincing herself of that, she immediately became overjoyed and hurried coward Wilson. Then, with a kittonish demeanor, she spoke up. “Why have you come to see me, Mr. Quinn?”

“Who says I’m here to see you? Wilson snarled, his eyes narrowing at Yasmin’s over–the–top behavior. He looked at her with a pointed, spirotul stare while his deep valce withered with annoyance. Tm here to see the Murrays sixth child and true heiress”

Nobody could have predicted Yvette’s return would demote Yasmin to being the seventh child in the Murray

to Tamily.

That left Yasmin seething with jealousy. She bit her bottom lip so hard that she could almost taste blood. It frustrated her that even Wilson

was here for Yvette.

Although Yasmin brimmed with hatred, she still forced herself to smule. “vie had to leave to deal with something. Why don’t I keep you company instead?”

She didn’t mind making a joke of herself if it gave her the chance to be close with Wilson.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll visit Mr. and Mrs. Murray another time.” Wilson’s expression turned glacial. He had no reason to stay or waste his time here since the Murray family’s long–lost daughter had already left.

“Mr. Quinn..” Yasmin mummured, aggrieved that Wilson was ditching her so mercilessly, and without hesitation.

“Oh, God! Mr. Quinn is here to see Yvette! That’s umbelievable!”

Who said that there was no way he’d he hem for Vette? This must be like a slap to their faces, huh?”

Yasmin’s cheeks heated up as she listened to everyone’s mockery. Her loathing for Yvette burned more intensely. She wondered, “What’s so great about the country bumpkin that even Wilson would seek her out?”

“Stop the car.” Wilson’s rich voice abruptly rang out as the car speil abend.

“Yes, Mr. Quinn.” Although Samuel didn’t understand it, he slammed the brakes to stop the car. He then turned to where Wilson was looking

and saw Yvette, who was squatting and fixing a motorcycle

That was when Samuel understood why Wilson had suddenly asked him to stop the car.

Yvette had changed into a black windbreaker. Her delicate face tilted downward, showing off her striking and refined features.

However, she had some oil stains on her chooks and the tip of her nose, which made her look like a cat who had played in the mud.

Wilson’s lips curved upward, and the frost in his eyes vanished in that instance. With a hint of amusement, he thought, “I was right. It is her..”

Yvette was so focused on fixing the motorcycle that she didn’t notice something was amiss in her surroundings.

Her motorcycle had broken down in an obscure area. She had no choice but to fix it before hurrying to the laboratory.

Just then, a clean handkerchief appeared before Yvette. Her captivating eyes darted upward in alert.

Upon sensing the weariness radiating from Yvette, Wilson let out a light chuckle. His charming face relaxed into a grin. “Do you not remember who I am?”

It was impossible for others to forget a face like his

Yvette remained alert as she accepted his handkerchief and answered, “I do remember you.”

‘So, why aren’t you greeting me, then? Hmm?” His voice sounded drawling but also incredibly magnetic. It was so flirtatious that one would swoon after hearing it.

Yvette pursed her lips while taking in his flirty demeanor. Then, mischief flickered in her eyes as she said, “Hello again, Geezer.”

Samuel, who stood aside, nearly burst out in laughter. Yvette’s ability to wound others impressed him. He secretly thought she didn’t need to call Wilson “Grezer“, even if Wilson was slightly older than her.

Wilson let out a helpless, low chuckle, knowing she had done so on purpose. Subsequently, he clenched his teeth and showed a hint of wickedness in his eyes. “Nobody has called me ‘Geezer before.”

“Someone has now,” Yvette said confidently like nothing was wrong.

She focused on wiping her face with the handkerchief. However, she didn’t have a mirror, so she didn’t know where the stains were. She did random swipes on her face and planned to no longer care about it.

“Hang on,” Wilson voiced.

Yvette raised her face to look at him in confusion as it asking him what he wanted

Wilson tenderly wiped the stain on the tip of Yvette’s nose with his finger. He cast a warm gaze onto her as he said, “There. Now, you’re clean. Where are you headed? I’ll take you”

The spot where Wilson touched felt oddly warm to Yvette. It made her eyelashes tremble. “I’m going to Jabilife Research Institute

“The research institute?” Samel couldn’t help exclaiming when he heard that. “What do you need to do at the research institute, miss? The institute doesn’t allow our siders anyway

Samuel didn’t finish speaking as he received a stem look from Wilson.

Wilson then turned to say to Yvette, “Get in. We’ll take you.”

“Thanks” Yvette didn’t hesitate before getting into the ear. She had already been delayed long enough on the way there. The group at the research institute was likely worried sick, so she needed to hurry over

Wilson’s attractive lips curved into a sultry smile once Yvette obediently entered the car. He then teased her, “Aren’t you afraid this geezer will abduct you if you get into my car so easily?”