Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Last night, Wilson had waited at the door for nearly the entire night before leaving at dawn.

This both surprised lan and gave him a slightly better impression of Wilson. After all, for him to go to such lengths for Yvette was enough to prove how much he cared about her. That was why he decided to tell Yvette about it.

"Hey, Yvie, it's almost 8:00 am! Hurry up, or you'll be late!" Before lan could say more, he was interrupted by the anxious Yara. "Ian, hurry up! Grab breakfast and take Yvie to school!"

Hearing this, lan glanced at his watch, realizing there were only 30 minutes left. He immediately forgot what he was about to say. "Yvie, let's go. I'll drive you to class!"

"Okay."

Sitting in the car, Yvette casually nibbled on the sandwich that lan had brought. She pulled out

. her phone, where there were countless messages, yet none from a certain sly fox.

Yvette pressed her lips together tightly. She couldn't finish the rest of her sandwich, her beautiful face showing a hint of coldness.

It had been so long since their argument, and he still hadn't sent her a message to make up. She was right to follow Ellen's advice. She would let him cool off for a few more days!

"Redo all of these proposals." Wilson's voice was ice-cold, radiating a menacing air that sent chills down everyone's spine at Quinn Corporation.

The meeting room was dead silent. The executives, all of whom had just been scolded, didn't dare lift their heads. They could all see that Wilson was in an extremely foul mood, and unfortunately, they had walked right into it.

Who on earth had angered Wilson this much? It was the first time they'd ever seen him so full of rage.

"Mr. Quinn..." As Wilson walked out of the meeting room, Samuel immediately stepped forward and respectfully reported the next appointment. "In 15 minutes, you have a meeting with Graham Group."

Wilson hummed in response. His handsome face remained stoic, and his dark eyes were filled with an icy coldness, reflecting his foul mood.noveldrama

Noticing the faint dark circles under Wilson's eyes, Samuel couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Quinn, you didn't sleep at all last night. Should we push back the schedule a bit so you can rest for a while?"

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If it weren't for the urgent meeting this morning, who knows how much longer Wilson would have stood outside Murray Manor.

"No need," Wilson flatly refused. If they push back his schedule, it would drag into the afternoon.

He still had to pick up Yvette in the afternoon.

"Understood, Mr. Quinn." Samuel nodded, then hesitated before adding, "The people from the Dark Organization have come again, demanding we return the shipment... Mr. Quinn, how would you like to handle this?"

Upon hearing this, Wilson's expression turned even colder. Seeing his increasingly dark demeanor, Samuel braced himself and cautiously suggested, "Mr. Quinn, maybe it would be best to return the shipment to the Dark Organization. That way, Ms. Yvette wouldn't be upset..."

The rest of Samuel's words were swallowed under Wilson's icy gaze. He didn't dare utter another word.

"Keep holding onto them," Wilson coldly spat out before turning and heading toward his office. Watching him leave, Samuel let out a heavy sigh. It was obvious to him that the reason Wilson wouldn't return the shipment was because of his stubbornness-his unwillingness to accept that Xavier held a higher place in Yvette's heart than he did.

But if Wilson didn't return the shipment, Yvette would never stop being mad.

They were stuck in a deadlock-no matter what they did, it seemed like there was no right solution