Chapter 2


    “Yvie, my dear Yvie…”


    The minute Yvette got out of the car, she was tightly embraced by a beautiful woman, who had


    rushed toward her.


    The woman’s face was pale, making her look somewhat frail. However, her eyes were filled with


    longing and excitement. “My dear Yvie is finally back!”


    Irwin Murray followed closely behind, his eyes also slightly reddened as he called out warmly, “I’m


    your father, Yvie. Wee home!”


    A warm feeling flowed through Yvette’s heart. She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly.


    “My precious Yvie, you’ve finally returned to me!” Yara Strauss couldn’t contain her excitement as


    tears streamed down her face.


    She held onto Yvette tightly and was unwilling to let go of her.


    Upon seeing her so emotional, Irwin quickly stepped forward to support her. “Yara, you can’t get too


    worked up, it’s not good for your health. Our daughtering home is a happy asion; no more


    tears.”


    Watching Yara’s emotional state, Yvette pressed her red lips together and said somewhat


    awkwardly, “Don’t be sad, Mom. I’m back.”


    Hearing the word “Mom”, Yara immediately let go of Irwin’s hand and clung to Yvette’s arm, her


    eyes full of expectation. “Yvie, can you call me ‘Mom’ again?”


    Irwin could only sigh after Yara pushed him aside.


    It seemed that with his precious daughter’s return, his standing with his wife had instantly


    plummeted!


    Yvette’s long, delicate eyshes fluttered slightly, but she still softly called out again, “Mom.”


    “That’s my good girl!” Yara’s pale face lit up with more energy, a radiant smile spreading across her


    beautiful face.


    “Yvie, I’ve prepared a room for you. Come with me and choose which one you like.” With that, she


    gently took Yvette’s hand and led her into the manor.


    Irwin, who waspletely ignored, sighed helplessly before quickly following them.


    He needed to make his presence known in front of his precious daughter; he couldn’t let her mother


    outshine him so thoroughly!


    Inside, the manor’s décor was even more luxurious and opulent than expected. The household staff


    stood in a neat line and greeted her respectfully, “Wee home, Ms. Murray!”


    Yara’s gentle voice sounded, “Yvie, you have five brothers. But they’re not at home at the moment.


    I’ve already told them to hurry back. You’ll see them soon!”


    Yvette nodded, and her expression remained calm. “Okay.”


    “Yvie, I decorated this room especially for you. Do you like it?” Yara had led Yvette to the second


    floor and opened the door, looking at her expectantly. Irwin stood quietly in the back.


    Seeing that the room was pink, Yvette pressed her lips together. She then met Yara’s hopeful gaze,


    and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded. “I like it.”


    “I knew you would!” Yara’s smile grew even brighter. She had so much she wanted to say, but she


    also knew Yvette would be tired after her long journey.


    She patted Yvette’s head and spoke softly, “It’ste, Yvie. Get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.”


    “Alright.”


    “Goodnight, Yvie!”


    Yara and Irwin left the room reluctantly. Their enthusiasm and affection were a little overwhelming


    for Yvette, but she felt warm inside.


    Earlier, when Yara was holding her arm, Yvette took the chance to check her pulse. She found that


    Yara’s health was indeed frail, likely due to lingering issues from past illnesses.


    Yvette resolved to help her recover properly.


    Royal Pavillion was Jubilife City’srgest entertainment district, renowned for its extravagance and


    frequent visits by the wealthy and influential.


    A ck Maybach was parked at the entrance.


    “Mr. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn Senior just called again. She said that the Murray family has been reunited


    with their long-lost daughter, and suggested that you visit them during your free time. She’s your


    fiancée, after all. You should meet her,” the man in the driver’s seat said.


    With the car window half-open, a cold and dignified man lounged in azy posture. “If I remember


    correctly, that girl is only 18 years old this year,” he remarked.


    His sharp knuckles held a cigarette, adding a touch of allure to hisposed demeanor.


    “Do all of you think I’m some sort of monster?”


    Samuel replied hesitantly, “This is just Mrs. Quinn Senior’s suggestion, Mr. Quinn. I’m simply


    conveying it to you.”


    “Hmph.” Wilson crushed the cigarette in his hand, his handsome yet sinister face turning cold. A


    sudden chill seemed to permeate through the air, causing a shiver to run down Samuel’s spine.


    “Prepare yourself. I’ll be calling off the engagement with the Murray family in a few days.”


    “You’re calling off the engagement?” Samuel was shocked. “Mr. Quinn, the engagement between


    the Quinn family and Murray family was arranged by the previous generation. If Mrs. Quinn Senior


    finds out that you canceled it, she’ll be furious…”


    “Then I won’t let her find out about it.”


    Samuel wore a troubled expression. “But Mr. Quinn—”


    Wilson, however, had no patience to hear him out. With a chilling gaze, he challenged, “Hmm?”


    Just that single sound caused Samuel’s goosebumps to rise, prompting him to keep his mouth shut.


    He didn’t dare utter another word.


    At the same time, a cruiser motorcycle roared past their car,ing to a halt on the other side.


    Yvette got off the bike effortlessly, leaningzily against it as she waited for the others to arrive.


    Her legs were fair enough that they seemed to glow. Casually bent, theyplemented her


    stunning face and instantly captured everyone’s attention.


    Wilson’s gaze casually drifted toward Yvette, catching her profile and those long, slender legs in his


    view.


    In an instant, his expression shifted, his eyes darkening at the sight. Her legs were remarkably fair


    and delicate.


    “Mr. Quinn… Mr. Quinn?” Samuel called out a few times as he was puzzled by Wilson’s distraction.


    When Wilson finally turned back to look at Samuel, his sharp gaze was piercing, and his chilly voice


    tinged with impatience.


    “What is it?”


    Samuel was startled by his daunting demeanor and felt a little aggrieved. He quickly spoke


    respectfully, “Mrs. Quinn Senior is calling again.”


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    Samuel’s cold brows revealed a hint of resignation as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You


    answer it, just brush off whatever she has to say.”


    If his grandmother, Martha Tabor, was calling at this hour, it was likely about his engagement with


    the Murray daughter—but he had no intention of being a monster.


    Samuel did not dare to disobey him and reluctantlyplied “Yes, Mr. Quinn.”


    When Wilson nced back out the window, the girl’s figure was no longer in sight.


    His deep-set eyes narrowed, his pupils growing darker and all the more mysterious.