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A Rose 409
A Rose 409
Yvette felt a warmth swell in her heart, and her lips curved into a smile. But before she could say anything, a frantic voice interrupted her.
“Yvie, we don’t need his things!” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
Jacob rushed over, opened the exquisite gift box he’d prepared, then presented it to Yvette. “Yvie, this is a unique necklace specially designed for you by the renowned designer, Yvy Weaver.”
Yvette found it hard to smile as she looked at the stunning necklace inside the box. So the person who had spent 50 million dollars was her brother.
And now, the necklace she had designed was being given to her. She had mixed feelings about the whole situation.
“Oh, so Jacob is the one Yvie referred to as someone foolish with too much money and little brains.” Wilson chuckled softly, his tone dripping with sarcasm and provocation.
“Jacob, you’re giving Yvie a necklace that she designed herself. You really know how to prepare a surprise, ” he added.
Wilson recognized the necklace immediately since he had seen Yvette working on the design before. “What?” Jacob’s eyes widened in shock, causing him to momentarily lose his composure. His sister was the famous designer, Yvy Weaver; and now he had become a fool to her.
Seeing the expression on Jacob’s face, Yvette helplessly shot a glare at the gloating Wilson beside her, signaling him to be quiet.
“Don’t provoke Jacob!”
“Baby, he’s been giving me a hard time too!” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice carried a pitiful tone, making it difficult not to soften toward him.
Jacob had been constantly mocking Wilson’s age and ruining his plans. Now that he finally had a chance to make Jacob feel bad, he naturally wouldn’t let it slip by.
“Yvie, come with me.” Jacob shot Wilson a displeased look before grabbing Yvette’s hand, intending to leave.
Yvette felt guilty and glanced back at Wilson before obediently following Jacob.
Seeing Jacob’s dejected expression, Yvette bit her lip and whispered, “Jacob, even though I designed this necklace, I still love it very much. I understand your intentions, so please don’t be upset, okay?”
Jacob’s anger melted away at her words. “I’m not mad. Am I still your favorite brother?”
Yvette clicked her tongue lightly, her slender fingers rubbing her brow with a hint of exasperation. How could Jacob ask such a childish question?
“Yes.” Yvette then blinked her eyes and nodded.
“Yvie, you said I was your favorite brother!” Sean came rushing down from the second floor with a hurtful expression at this moment.
“She said the same thing to me!” Ashton followed closely behind and continued with annoyance, “Yvie, which one of us is your favorite brother?”
Faced with their three intense gazes, Yvette pressed her tongue against her back teeth.