Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

It was late at night, and the private jet landed on the tarmac. Yvette was still asleep, her expression serene and peaceful.

Xavier's gaze fell tenderly on her. The fiery love buried deep in his heart only dared to surface in moments like this.

As he looked at the stray strands of hair across her forehead, he couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush them aside. But before his hand could touch Yvette, another hand-long-fingered and as elegant as a work of art-intercepted his in midair.

Wilson's expression was unfriendly, his captivating eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. His grip tightened, as if threatening to snap Xavier's wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Xavier forcefully pulled his hand away, his hostility toward Wilson plain as day. "Just waking Yvie up. Why so alarmed, Mr. Quinn?"

Wilson's gaze was dark and inscrutable, devoid of emotion. However, the oppressive air around him grew heavier by the second, radiating a silent menace that sent chills down one's spine.

"Yvie is my fiancée. Mr. Phillip, I suggest you mind your boundaries."

At these words, Xavier's lips curled into a provocative smile. "Yvie and I grew up together," he said. "We've shared moments far closer than this."

As expected, Wilson's handsome face turned icy and terrifying. There was no mistaking his murderous intent.

"You're asking for it."

For Yvette's sake, he had endured again and again, but Xavier's reckless provocation was testing his limits.

Xavier sneered. "Do you even know whose territory you're standing on right now?"

Behind them, Apollo and Miguel simultaneously drew their guns, the dark barrels aimed at each other. In an instant, the atmosphere turned chilling, thick with the stench of gunpowder.

The two rows of guards standing at a distance watched the tense standoff. They shrunk back involuntarily, not daring to make a sound.

"Mm..." Yvette frowned, slowly opening her eyes, evidently awakened by the noise.

As soon as she woke up, the sharp hostility between Wilson and Xavier evaporated in an instant.

"Yvie, you're awake?"

Still groggy, Yvette instinctively leaned into Wilson's embrace, nuzzling against him.

Witnessing this, the guards of the Dark Organization were dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Holy crap is this really our fierce and commanding leader?" They thought. "When did she ever act

SO

soft? Is this the power net

love?"

Xavier's expression darkened, the bitterness in his heart almost unbearable.

Wilson was amused by her actions, the corners of his lips curling upward as he let out a low, hoarse chuckle.noveldrama

"Baby, you just woke up and already acting spoiled with me, hmm?"

His deep, teasing voice was

irresistibly attractive, making Yvette's ears tingle as she fully regained her senses. Flustered, she pushed him away, her ears burning.

After all, it wasn't just the two of them here. She couldn't afford to lose her dignity as a leader!

"I think I heard you two talking earlier?" Yvette stiffly changed the subject, her sharp instincts picking up

the tension. "Were you

"No."

For the first time, Wilson and Xavier answered in unison. It was a rare moment of agreement between them.

Watching this, Apollo and Miguel were stunned.

"What the heck? Who were the ones about to go at each other just now?" they thought.

It was unbelievable. Wilson and Xavier truly had top-tier acting skills!

"Really?" Yvette shot them a suspicious look, clearly unconvinced.

"Of course," Wilson replied, his slender fingers gently tracing circles on her waist.

"Why would I lie to you?"