Chapter 13


    Ack 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!”


    Amotion 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 nn skills earlier sang a different tune when they heard


    that


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


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    “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


    In a year.


    Murray and Quinn families had good rtions, she wasn’t closely acquainted with Wilson. She


    barely even saw him a few times


    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 youe 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 youpany 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


    cial. 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 p 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 mmed 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 ck 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 yed 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 theboratory.


    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


    rxed 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 epted his handkerchief and answered, “I do remember you.”


    ‘So, why aren’t you greeting me, then? Hmm?” His voice sounded drawling but also incredibly


    maic. 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 inughter. 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 nned 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 eyshes tremble. “I’m going


    to Jabilife Research Institute


    “The research institute?” Samel couldn’t help eximing 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 dyed 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?”