Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

A Rose 387

“Is it Jacob who’s keeping you from contacting me?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice resonated with a hint of teasing.

“It’s okay, Yvie, I don’t blame 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 explained, “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.

The last time he saw it… it was indeed an accident. 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 plans. “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. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Wilson’s handsome face immediately lost its gentle, doting expression and was replaced 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 classes 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 necklace.

YW Studio group chat exploded almost immediately.

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

YW Studio: “Wow! If word gets out that you can complete 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 class. As she approached the classroom, 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 glared angrily at Alice, who had claimed the seat.

Everyone in the class 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.