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    “Is it Jacob who’s keeping you from contacting me?” Wilson’s deep, maic voice resonated with


    a hint of teasing.


    “It’s okay, Yvie, I don’t me Jacob. He’s just looking out for you. Please, don’t be mad at him.”


    Wilson was at it again!


    Yvette couldn’t help but smile, her red lips curving gracefully as she softly exined, “No, Jacob


    didn’t stop me from contacting you. I’ve just been busy making money and forgot to reply. I ran into


    some client who’s naive, wealthy, and not too bright.”


    On the screen, Yvette’s long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, still damp from her bath. Her


    fair and delicate face was free of makeup yet stunningly beautiful.


    Learning from her previous wardrobe mishap, Yvette no longer wore a bathrobe. Instead, she


    wrapped herself tightly in a pure white nightgown.


    Was she guarding herself against him?


    Wilson clenched his teeth., His cold eyes took on a hint of wickedness, giving him the look of a


    charming rogue, both irresistibly alluring and mischievous.


    Thest time he saw it… it was indeed an ident. He wasn’t that much of a beast!


    Yvette didn’t notice the thoughts running through his mind. Her attention was entirely focused on the


    design ns. “I can’t talk to you right now. I need to work on my design.”


    Even in silence, his mere presence could influence her. As soon as she finished speaking, Yvette


    hung up the video call without hesitation.


    Wilson looked at the disconnected call and chuckled, both doting and helpless.


    This heartless woman hung up just like that!


    “Mr. Quinn…” Samuel’s respectful voice followed a knock on the door.


    Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Wilson’s handsome face immediately lost its gentle, doting expression and was reced by his


    usual cold and aloof demeanor.


    “Come in.”


    With permission granted, Samuel entered and reported, “Mr. Quinn, the items from today’s auction


    have all been delivered.”


    “Good.” Wilson nodded casually. “Ensure those items are inventoried and send them to the Murray


    Manor tomorrow.”


    “Yes, Mr. Quinn.”


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    With no sses in the morning, Yvette slept in and woke up in the afternoon.


    After freshening up, the first thing she did was send her design drafts to the studio, instructing them


    to begin production on the ne.


    YW Studio group chat exploded almost immediately.


    YW Studio: “Boss, you finished the design in just one night?”


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    YW Studio: “Wow! If word gets out that you canplete in one night what takes other designers a


    month, they’ll be green with envy!”


    Yvette: “It didn’t take all night, just three hours.”


    YW Studio: “What? Is this the world of a true maestro? To produce such a stunning design in just


    three hours!”


    YW Studio: “Boss, your retirement from the jewelry industry is a massive loss for everyone!”


    Even through the screen, their genuine admiration was unmistakable!


    Yvette ignored them and went downstairs. After having lunch, she made her way to ss. As she


    approached the ssroom, she heard voices raised in argument from inside.


    “Alice Robertson, what are you doing? This is Yvie’s seat. You can’t just take it!”


    Madison Kennedy red angrily at Alice, who had imed the seat.


    Everyone in the ss knew that Yvette had a severe obsession with cleanliness and disliked others


    touching her things. Thus, it was understood that this seat was Yvette’s exclusive spot.


    Aside from cleaning the desk daily, no one would dare touch it, let alone sit on it.


    Yet now, Alice had just plopped down in that very seat.