Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson nodded casually, his full attention on Yvette. He did not even spare Victoria a glance as he

responded, "Yeah?"

Victoria's sweet smile faltered for a moment in response to his cold demeanor. The manor's helpers continued whispering among themselves.

"Wow, can you see the difference? The way Mr. Quinn treats Ms. Murray and Ms. Olson is likenoveldrama

night and day!"

"Exactly, it doesn't look like he likes Ms. Olson at all. I wonder who's been spreading that baseless rumor!"

"Yes, they were just making things up! I almost believed that Mr. Quinn liked Ms. Olson. Good thing I didn't offend Ms. Murray before, or I would be in big trouble!"

These helpers were only allowed to serve in the outer courtyard of the manor and had no access to the mansion. They had no idea what had happened to Tracy before. Wilson's attitude today made them realize who the future lady of the Quinn family would be.

The helpers' whispers cast a growing shadow over Victoria's eyes. Still, her face betrayed nothing,

remaining as sweet and guileless as ever.

"Wilson, Yvie, it's good to have you back!"

As soon as Jasper heard the news, he rushed outside with a beaming smile on his face.

"Yvette, you're finally here! Grandma has been eagerly awaiting your visit," he added.

Victoria quickly spoke up before Yvette had the chance to. "Yes, Yvette. You haven't been here for

a while. Mrs. Quinn Senior has been missing you so much! You should come visit her more often when you have time."

Something about what Victoria said sounded a bit strange. Puzzled, Jasper scratched his head. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"My baby has been busy, after all. Grandma will understand," Wilson said in a low, magnetic voice, clearly defending Yvette.

Victoria's smile almost faltered. She had merely said something about Yvette, and he was already defending her so fiercely. But she quickly recovered and pretended to be embarrassed, playfully sticking out her tongue. "I didn't mean it that way! Wilson, Yvette, don't mind me!"

With her beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, Yvette gave her a brief, knowing glance. "Yvette, let's go in. Grandma is waiting for you!" Oblivious to the tension, Jasper warmly ushered Yvette into the living room: Wilson, ever the possessive one, trailed behind, his grip on her hand tight and unwavering

As she watched them enter the living room, a cold gleam flickered in Victoria's eyes. She quickly called for the butler.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Olson?" Recalling the shed conversations of the servants moments earlier, her gaze grew cold. Still, she maintained an innocent smile and spoke with a kind voice. "Greg, the helpers at the manor have been slacking off and spreading rumors. You know how Mrs. Quinn Senior feels about gossip. If she catches wind of this, you'll be the one who has to deal with her wrath."

"What?" Greg's expression turned into one of shock and he quickly thanked Victoria for her

warning.

"I'll make sure to punish those gossiping helpers and prevent this from happening again!" Victoria's smile grew wider, satisfied with the outcome. It served them right for talking too much.

Despite her thoughts, her expression revealed nothing. She maintained her kind smile.

"Don't mention it. I can't bear the thought of seeing you get in trouble."

Greg was deeply impressed by what she had said. His admiration for her soared, and he exclaimed, "Ms. Olson, you're so kind and considerate!" Victoria smiled graciously. "It's nothing much. I should get back to keeping Mrs. Quinn Senior

company."

Greg watched her go, a silent sigh escaping his lips. "Ms. Olson is so kind. I wish she could be the future lady of the Quinns."

Elsewhere, the living room was filled with warmth and laughter. Martha affectionately held Yvette's hand, pushing Wilson away.

"Yvie hasn't visited me in days. I bet you've been keeping Yvie all to yourself, you little rascal!"

Wilson smiled helplessly, his low voice sounding lazy and pleasant. "Grandma, can you please not be so clingy with Yvie? She's very busy."

How could he be so shameless? Yvette couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, her beautiful fox-like eyes gazing at him. It was clear that he was the most clingy of all.

A soft glare from her sent a shiver down Wilson's spine. His gaze deepened, growing darker.

How could Yvette be so irresistible? She was so cute, even when she glared at him. He was tempted to pull her close and tease her silly.

"Mrs. Quinn Senior, your clam chowder is ready!" Victoria walked in, breaking the warm

atmosphere.

"Oh, okay!" Martha nodded, but her attention remained on Yvette. "Leave it for now, I'll have it later!

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Victoria's eyes darkened as she watched Martha's dismissive attitude. Her teeth clenched in

frustration.

She had been spending so much time with this old lady, trying to win her favor. Yet as soon as Yvette arrived, Martha's eyes remained fixed on her Victoria couldn't help but regret squandering so much time on that old hag.