Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Inside the banquet hall, Yvette dealt with one mug after another trying to strike up a conversation, feeling increasingly irritated. If det for Jacob’s sake, she would hurre left bong

“Ms. Murray!” Yet another handsome young man named Erik approached her.

“I heard from Mr. Murray that you studied medicine. Coincidentally, I have a great interest in medicine as well. I hope we can exchange ideas sometime.”

Yvette casually swirled the wine glass in her hand, her voice cold and aloof. “You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know a thing about medicine.

As soon as those words fell, Erik’s expression turned into an awkward one.

Standing nearby, Jack couldn’t help but silently remark that Yvette was really good at lying

When Yara was poisoned, even the famous Gideon couldn’t save her, but Yvette easily neutralized the poison. Besides, she was the one who cured Martha’s illness. If she knew nothing about medicine, then no one in the world could claim they understood it.

Despite the awkwardness, Erik didn’t give up. “Ms. Murray, could I at least have your contact information?”

“How bold of you, trying to steal from me.”

A deep, magnetic voice suddenly sounded, and the banquet hall doors were pushed open. Wilson strode in, his handsome face shrouded in a layer of coldness, emanating a terrifying air.

The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, a suffocating atmosphere enveloped the entire room. What had been a lively event instantly fell into a deathly silence.

“M–Mr. Quinn…” The people in the room couldn’t help but gasp, shocked by his appearance, but even more so filled with fear.

Wilson didn’t even spare them a glance. He walked straight toward Yvette in the center of the banquet hall, his cold, piercing gaze falling on Erik who had been talking to her.

Erik, already intimidated by Wilson’s presence, began trembling uncontrollably.

Wilson’s cold eyes bore into him, exuding an overwhelming pressure. “Do you want my contact information instead?”

Erik’s fear deepened, his legs shaking as he frantically shook his head. “N–No… Mr. Quinn….. I- I’ll leave right away!”

Watching Erik flee in panic, Wilson sneered coldly. “Is this the best Jacob could find? Not a single one is worth looking at.‘

Hearing the jealousy drip from his words, Yvette couldn’t help but smirk slightly,

“yvie, you came to this matchmalding banquet behind my back?” Wilson’s gaze landed on her, his voice laced with frustration. “Are you trying to change flances?”

Yvette’s fox–like eyes were filled with a bit of mischief as she tilted her head at him, “Cant change him if I wanted to?”

“Not a chance!” Wilson’s expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching tightly as he looked at her, exuding danger. “I’m sticking to you for life. Don’t even think about shaking me off.”

Yvette chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Don’t be mad, I didn’t come here for a matchmaking banquet behind your back. I was tricked by my brother.”

As soon as she said that, the anger in Wilson’s eyes faded, and he gently pulled her into his embrace. He knew it wasn’t her choice to attend this ridiculous matchmaking event. It was all Jacob’s doing.

Thinking of everything Jacob had orchestrated, Wilson’s narrowed eyes became dangerous again. Jacob was really pushing it! He’d settle this score with him later.

“Baby, let’s go.” Wilson was not letting her stay in this place for even a second longer. His long, beautiful hands possessively took hers as they prepared to leave,

Yvette obediently let him take her hand, following him out without a word.

“Wait…” A trembling voice called out as Jack, trying to muster the courage, stepped forward.” M–Mr. Quinn, Mr. Murray gave orders that no man over 24 years old is allowed to attend today’s event. Your age exceeds the limit, so… please… leave…”

As soon as the words fell, the air in the banquet hall suddenly turned cold, as if everyone had

been thrown into an ice cellar.

Yvette rubbed her temples in frustration. Jacob really knew how to hit someone where it hurt.

“Move aside.” Wilson’s voice was bone–chilling, his expression as cold as death.

Everyone present trembled in fear, not daring to utter a word, terrified they’d somehow

become involved.

“I’ll go

with you, “Yvette softly reassured him, holding his hand tighter. “Let’s head home.”

With just a few gentle words, she soothed the fury raging inside him. When he turned to look at her, his menacing air disappeared, replaced only by tenderness.

“Alright, I’ll take you home.”

But just as they were about to take a step forward, Jacob rushed down from the second floor, stopping them.

“Yvie, you promised me you’d stay! The matchmaking banquet isn’t over yet, so you can’t

leave.”

With that, Jacob’s provocative gaze landed on Wilson. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Wilson had stolen away his precious Yvette, then nearly caused him to lose his own lover. Today, Jacob intended to settle both old and new scores at once.

Wilson’s eyes narrowed dangerously. If this weren’t his fiancée’s brother, he would have already beaten him beyond recognition.

“Yvie, you promised me. Don’t be so biased toward Wilson!” Jacob said, stepping forward to pull Yvette back. But Wilson was faster, pulling her into his arms, preventing Jacob from even touching her.

Jacob huffed in frustration, his icy gaze stabbing into Wilson like a dagger. “Yvie, will you stay with me or leave with him?”

Yvette felt a headache coming on. On one side was her brother, and on the other was her fiancé. It was really hard to choose between the two.

Whichever side she picked, the other would definitely be jealous.

Just as she was caught in this dilemma, Wilson whispered in her ear, “Baby, do you want to come with me?”

His deep, magnetic voice carried a seductive tone as he gently caressed her waist. “If you come with me, I’ll put on my racing suit for you.‘

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Hearing that, Yvette blinked her eyes. In truth, she actually wanted to see him in that racing suit again.