Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Martha's attention was now fully focused on Yvette. She held the latter's hand lovingly, reluctant to let go. "Yvie, have you been eating well? I worry about you."

Hearing this, Yvette was touched, and she couldn't help but think of her late grandmother, Kayla.noveldrama

Kayla had always been very kind to Yvette. However, when she was seven, Theodore Maximillian took her away and brought her to the Dark Organization. After that, she was only allowed to return home once a year.

Whenever Yvette returned, Kayla would be overjoyed. She would always feed Yvette with her favorite food, holding her hand and fussing over her. Sadly, Kayla was now gone.

Wilson's sharp eyes noticed that Yvette's mood had turned somber. Somehow, he had guessed what she was thinking. A flicker of compassion appeared in his gaze as he gently pulled her into his embrace. His hand found its way to her waist, teasing to cheer her up. "Baby, you need to eat more or Grandma will say I'm not taking good care of you."

The intimate gesture between them sparked a sinister glint in Victoria's eyes. A second later, she masked it with an innocent expression.

Martha was pleased to see them getting along so well. However, after a while, she grew annoyed with Wilson for stealing Yvette's attention.

"Will, aren't you usually very busy? You seem very free to me. Go on, take care of your business. Don't stay here and interrupt me while I catch up with Yvie!"

Seeing the undisguised displeasure on Martha's face, Wilson silently gritted his teeth. Such a

doting grandmother she was, favoring Yvette over him.

Now that she had a granddaughter-in-law, she had forgotten all about her grandson.

As Wilson was shooed out of the living room by Martha, Jasper, who was standing nearby, stifled

his laughter. He wanted to laugh but feared his recently restored allowance might disappear

again.

Seeing Wilson come out, Samuel immediately approached to relay his report.

"Mr. Quinn, we received word that the Dark Organization has a shipment passing through Jubilife.

The news was strange to Wilson. The incoming shipment was quite valuable, and they attached great importance to it. Why would they suddenly change the route and go through Jubilife?

Wilson's eyes instantly turned cold, exuding a terrifying chill. He let out a cold snort.

"Seize it."

Samuel carefully glanced at his expression before promptly responding, "Yes, Mr. Quinn. I'll see to

it right away."

"Don't let Yvie know about this for now," his icy voice added.

"Understood, Mr. Quinn. I know what to do."

Samuel nodded, his thoughts drifting to the Dark Organization. "If this shipment is confiscated, the Dark Organization will suffer a big loss."

The Dark Organization wasn't going to take this lying down. Wilson was essentially about to

declare war on them.

Victoria, eavesdropping from the shadows, couldn't help but smirk. The previous surprise attack by the Dark Organization had caused massive losses in their organization. It was perfect that Wilson was now going to take action against them. "Come out." Wilson's ice-cold voice rang out, instilling fear in anyone who heard it.

Realizing he had noticed her presence, Victoria had no choice but to step out and reveal herself. She quickly put on an apologetic, timid act.

"Wilson, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with Mr. Jackson. I came out to find you and saw you discussing something important. I didn't want to interrupt, so I thought I'd wait until you finished. I accidentally overheard... Wilson, please don't be angry..." He had no patience to hear her out. His devilishly handsome face was devoid of warmth, and his voice was frigid as he said, "There won't be a next time."

Victoria nodded obediently, her smile a picture of innocence. "I understand, Wilson. In the future, I'll make sure to keep my distance when you're discussing serious matters!"

He nodded curtly and was about to turn and leave.

"Wilson, I recently finished a new painting. Do you have time to come and take a look?"

Victoria quickly called out to stop him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she gazed at him. Her delicate appearance made it difficult for anyone to refuse her. Unfortunately for her, Wilson had always been indifferent. Aside from matters concerning Yvette, he showed no interest in anything else.

"No." He rejected her without hesitation.

Victoria pleaded with a disappointed pout. "Wilson, I won't take up much of your time..."

His mesmerizing eyes narrowed in irritation, his piercing glare cutting into her

"I don't have time for this. Do you not understand?"

"Wilson..." Victoria appeared startled. Her doe-like gaze brimmed with tears. She seemed so fragile and heartbroken that it was hard not to want to comfort her.

Wilson was unfazed by this. With a cold tone, he instructed Samuel, who stood nearby, "Invite a few art professors to Yellowood Manor. She can consult them for appraisals in the future."

His implication was unmistakable, leaving Victoria with a surge of humiliation. She bit down on her lip, struggling to contain her emotions.

As soon as Wilson left, Lionel immediately appeared by her side.

"Lionel, what should I do? Wilson seems to be fed up with me!"

Seeing her looking so sorrowful, Lionel's heart sank. He quickly consoled her in a gentle voice.

"Ms. Olson, please don't be upset. There's no way Mr. Quinn is fed up with you. Otherwise, why would he arrange for art professors to come visit you?"

She let out a few muffled sobs, her eyes welling with tears. "Lionel, please don't try to make me feel better. With Wilson and Yvette together, I've lost my place in the Quinn family." Hearing this, he gritted his teeth in resentment. This was all because of Yvette!