A Rose 379
A Rose 379
The VIP room symbolized the most prestigious status.
Yvette lounged lazily on the sofa. Her long, straight legs were casually crossed, exuding an unmistakable air of authority.
She took out her phone and sent a message in the Dark Organization’s group chat.
“Keep investigating. Find out everything about that upstart faction in Yatakang.”
Yatakang was not within the Dark Organization’s territory. She had never had conflicts with this upstart faction, yet they sent assassins after her. It was strange. She needed to get to the bottom of this.
Dark Organization: “Understood, Ms. Murray. But that upstart faction is extremely mysterious. It will take time to uncover everything.”
Yvette frowned. “Investigate this as soon as possible. You have two weeks, and not a day more.”
Dark Organization: “Ms. Murray, two weeks is a very short time… But there is another way…”
Yvette: “Speak up.”
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Dark Organization: “Ms. Yatakang is under Shadow Alliance’s territory. If the Shadow Alliance is willing to help, we could quickly uncover information about this upstart faction.”
Dark Organization: “But, let’s be real. Our Dark Organization and the Shadow Alliance have a long- standing rivalry. There’s a lot of bad blood between us. If we want them to help, Ms. Murray, you
have to swallow your pride and beg the leader of the Shadow Alliance…”
Beg?
Yvette narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. Her exquisite features radiated a fierce intensity, making her seem quite formidable.
She would never, ever beg the Shadow Alliance!
“What’s wrong?” Wilson’s husky, magnetic voice washed over her, erasing her irritation somehow.
“It’s nothing.”
Yvette shook her head, not intending to involve him. The next moment, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her into his broad, warm embrace.
“Baby, remember, you can always count on me. I’ll handle it all for you.”
Wilson’s gaze fell on her, earnest and focused, his words convincing.
Yvette’s heart swelled with warmth. She wrapped her pale hands around his neck, nodding obediently.” Okay, I know.”
This matter was too complicated, involving several powerful factions. She didn’t want to drag him into it. Besides, she could handle it herself.
A hint of concern clouded Wilson’s eyes as he realized Yvette was still unwilling to talk. Yet, he didn’t press her further, fearing that she might be upset.
Sitting on his lap, Yvette shifted uncomfortably. “Let me down.”
But as soon as she moved, the grip on her waist tightened suddenly. Wilson’s deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear. “Be a good girl. Don’t move around.”
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Wilson forced himself to divert his attention. He picked up a grape he had peeled earlier and brought it to her lips.
Lost in the moment, Yvette bit down without thinking, savoring the man’s attention. She momentarily forgot to get off his lap.
The auction had already started. The first item for auction was Philodendron Spiritus Sancti. Its
appearance was beautiful and unique, belonging to the rare plant category. It was often called the “gold” of the plant kingdom.
Wilson glanced at Samuel, who immediately understood and raised his bidding paddle.
Yvette lifted her beautiful eyes to look at him. “Why bid on this?”
He didn’t seem like someone interested in plants.
Wilson’s hands traced her waist with lazy affection. His