Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Half an hour later, the car was firmly parked at the entrance of the underground boxing ring.

Yvette strolled out of the car with her long, pale legs. Her exquisitely beautiful face had a bone– chilling expression of coldness.

As soon as she reached the entrance, she was stopped by some security guards.

“Whoa, hold it right there. This is no place for a young lady such as yourself.”

“That’s right. You should leave quickly. This isn’t a good place to be-”

Before the guards could finish, a sleazy male voice interrupted, “Shut up. Who asked you to chase her off? You wanna go in, little lady? I’ll take you in with me!”

As he spoke, a man with heavy jowls reached out to hold Yvette’s arm. He had an off–putting, lecherous look in his eye.

But before he could touch her, Yvette dodged him. She gave him a withering look.

“Get out of my face,” Yvette said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

A pretty face was a pretty face, but she sure knew how to make someone’s blood run cold!

Jared Scott shivered despite himself. Realizing what had happened, he felt utterly humiliated. If anyone found out that he, the heir to the esteemed Scott family, had been scared by a woman, it

would be absolutely mortifying!

He silenced his fear, putting on airs to make himself look loftier. “Shameless whore. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not!”

As soon as he said this, he tried grabbing Yvette’s arm again. Her patience was stretched thin, and Yvette frowned in irritation. She kicked him viciously in the knee.

Jared wailed in agony, feeling as though his kneecaps had been shattered. He fell to his knees in front of Yvette with a thud.

“You dare put your hands on me?” Jared winced through his pain. Reacting rather belatedly, the security guards ran over to help him up.

“You dumb whore, do you have any idea who my father is?”

The Scott family had been involved in shady business in their early days and had flourished in some dubious enterprises. They had business in the underground boxing ring, too.

“I’m telling you, my father is Richard Scott! Now get down on your knees, and beg for mercy. On account of that pretty face, maybe I could consider sparing your life…”

Ah, her old friend Richard again.

Yvette clicked her tongue, the contempt in her gaze intensifying. How on earth did Richard manage to raise such an idiotic son? Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Jared was growing angrier at Yvette’s flippant demeanor. Everyone else who had heard this before had trembled in fear once he had told them his father’s name.

But this woman was completely unmoved!

Not willing to waste any more time on him, Yvette strolled inside, not sparing him a glance. Madison had already been thrown down there for an hour. This was not a good place to be, so she had to rescue her as

soon as possible.

Jared trembled in anger. He had never been treated this way before. How dare she ignore him?

“Stop her, now!” he yelled.

“Yes, sir.”

The security rushed to block Yvette’s path, but upon meeting her icy gaze, a chill crept up their spines.

The guards were so terrified that even their menacing voices softened unconsciously.

“We have rules here in our establishment. No entry allowed without a personal invite. So I’m afraid we can’t let you in…”