Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

As Xavier's subordinates retreated, Ellen instantly understood what he was planning, to do. She frowned slightly. "Xavier, if Yvie finds out you're doing this on purpose, she'll probably get angry."

"It's fine as long as she doesn't know," he replied, his tone nonchalant. But his eyes held a hint of ruthlessness. This time, he was determined to have Wilson make a move that would cause Yvette to despise him. Ellen couldn't shake a feeling of unease. As much as she tried to deny it, it was obvious that Yvette was really into Wilson.

She had never seen her treat anyone like that before. If Yvette found out Xavier was manipulating things behind the scenes, it might not only fail to drive a wedge between her and Wilson. It could also put Xavier at a serious disadvantage. Xavier could guess what Ellen was thinking and spoke calmly. "Yvie kept her true identity a secret from Wilson. That shows he's not that important to her. Ellen, don't overthink this."

"Xavier, maybe you're being a little too sure of yourself." Her brow knitted even tighter.

"Yvie's identity must be kept secret. She promised Mr. Maximillian she wouldn't reveal her connection to the Dark Organization. No one can know without his approval. I think Yvie hasn't told Wilson her true identity because of this reason," she added.

Xavier's eyes narrowed dangerously, his dark gaze filled with icy hostility. A chill radiated from

him, making the air around him feel frigid.

He underestimated how much Wilson meant to Yvette, but it didn't matter. He would slowly and thoroughly eliminate Wilson's presence in her heart.

Inside the car, Wilson's gaze fell on the milkshake in her hand. His eyes darkened slightly, but he maintained a nonchalant expression.

He spoke casually, "Baby, this milkshake doesn't look too appetizing. You should just give it to

Samuel."

Yvette could easily see through his thoughts. He was being jealous again. Yvette thought he must have been a green-eyed monster in his past life.

A hint of mischief sparkled in Yvette's fox-like eyes. She replied slowly, "Mr. Jackson probably doesn't want it."

"Baby, he does want to drink it."

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gulped nervously and quickly chimed in. "Y-yeah I want to drink it! Ms. Yvette, I really want to drink it!"

Look at how scared Samuel was. Yvette's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness as she handed

the milkshake to Samuel. She said softly, "Go ahead, enjoy."

Samuel snatched it up, his face beaming with servility. "Thank you, Ms. Yvette!"

He thanked her, then quickly raised the partition in the car. He fell silent, as quiet as a mouse.

"Are you happy now?" Her beautiful fox-like eyes landed lazily on Wilson.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" He flashed her an innocent grin. With his looks, even pretending to be innocent was charming. Was he playing dumb with her now? With a click of her tongue, she tipped his chin up. "Don't get jealous over nothing next time."

Xavier and Ellen were friends she had faced life-or-death with. Both were dear to her, and she was tired of seeing Wilson and Xavier constantly at odds with each other.

Hearing this, Wilson's eyes darkened.

Yvette couldn't read Xavier's motives. But as a man, Wilson knew exactly what Xavier wanted from her. He was using their friendship as a cover to try and steal Yvette. But there was no way Wilson would let that happen. She could only be his. Thinking this, he nodded obediently. "Baby, I will try to control myself."

Xavier had put on such an act in front of Wilson's woman, so the latter had to step up his game. It was time to see who was the better actor.

"How kind of you!" Yvette gave a satisfied nod and stroked his head.

Wilson's body stiffened slightly before his eyes burned with passion and tenderness. His voice was low and magnetic as he spoke, drawing out each word. "Baby, don't you think I deserve a reward for that?"noveldrama

She knew exactly what that look meant. Without hesitation, she gave him a shove and instructed Samuel, "Take me to Quinn Manor. I want to visit Grandma today."

If she hadn't put a stop to him, that brute would have left her with another swollen lip.

Samuel responded respectfully, "Yes, Ms. Yvette!"

Wilson, who was pushed away, gritted his teeth. His almond-shaped eyes, usually captivating, narrowed in thought. He exuded a wicked charm.

Yvette didn't let him kiss her, but when they arrived at the manor, she would not escape him.

Half an hour later, the black Maybach stopped steadily at the manor's entrance.

Wilson got out of the car first, waving away the helper who wanted to open the door on the other side. He personally opened the door for Yvette, holding her hand as she got out of the car.

Seeing this, the helpers at the manor were shocked and started whispering among themselves.

"Oh my gosh! Did you see that? Mr. Quinn was so attentive to Ms. Murray. He even opened the car

door for her himself."

"Yes, and he's never done that for anyone before-not even Ms. Olson!"

"And look, he's holding her hand! Mr. Quinn is known for his germophobia. This is the first time we've seen him initiate physical contact with someone! Even Ms. Olson used to keep a certain distance whenever she approached Mr. Quinn." "It turns out all those rumors were wrong. Mr. Quinn doesn't like Ms. Olson one bit!"

Victoria, who was standing nearby, overheard the helpers' hushed conversation, and her eyes turned cold. But in the next instant, she flashed a sweet smile and approached Wilson, calling out to him in a soft voice. "Wilson!"