Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Half an hour later, a black Maybach pulled up at the entrance of a standalone villa.

The household staff were shocked to see Wilson carrying a young lady out of the car. Their eyes widened in an instant.

This was Wilson’s private residence. They had been working here for a long time, yet it was the first time they had seen Wilson bring someone over, let alone a lady.

this.” His voice was chilling. Ot

Sensing their astonishment, Wilson looked at them with a hint of warning. “Don’t let Grandma know about this.” sent shivers down the staff members’ spines

Knowing Martha’s temperament, if she found out he brought a young lady home, she would definitely come looking for her. That might scare

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“Yes, Mr. Quinn. We’ll keep our mouths shut. Mrs. Quinn Senior won’t know a thing,” the household staff hurriedly assured.

“Good” Wilson nodded and gently carried Yvette into the house.

“Mr. Quinn, people who are drunk usually feel uncomfortable. Let us help wipe her face.”

“No need,” Wilson refused coldly. “I’ll do it myself.”

Right now, no one else could get close to her besides him. Only he could wipe her face.

Hearing this, the household staff were even more astonished. They gaped incredulously at the scene unfolding before them.

Wilson wanted to wipe the young lady’s face himself?

“Is there a problem?”

Wilson glanced over, and the household staff quickly suppressed their shock and went to prepare towels and other items,

Just then, Yvette whimpered and snuggled uncomfortably against him

“What’s wrong?” Wilson immediately lowered his head to look at her. His handsome face showed a hint of seriousness.

“It doesn’t feel good here…” Yvette reached up to touch her head. Her voice was pitiful, tugging at his heartstrings.

“You have a headache?

Wilson raised his hand and gently massaged her head. As he narrowed his eyes, he was determined to hold Collin accountable for this

Feeling the comfortable pressure on her head, Yvette relaxed her tightly furrowed brows and obediently leaned into his embrace to enjoy the

“Mr. Quinn, the towels are ready.”

The household staff were quick to prepare everything. When they walked in and saw this scene, they were shocked, even though they had already mentally prepared themselves.

They couldn’t believe that Wilson was actually massaging the young lady’s head. There was no impatience in his eyes, only tenderness. He doted on the lady in his arms like no one else.

It seemed that the Quinn family would soon have a neve lady

“Alright, you can all leave,” Wilson ordered casually. He then gently placed Yvette on the velvet bed and reached out to wring the towel dry, preparing to wipe her face.

However, Yvette wasn’t cooperative, no matter how he coaxed her.

Wilson felt helpless for the first time. He raised his eyebrows helplessly and looked at her face with a gentle gaze.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll have to punish you.” His deep and pleasant voice was so affectionate

Yvette, who was drunk and muddled, seemed to understand his words. She blinked and pouted her lips as she stared at him.

Faced with such eyes, Wilson couldn’t help but chuckle. He reached out to pinch her cheek. “I won’t punish you if you be

Before he could finish his words, wette suddenly extended her anns and hooked them around his neck, throwing the unprepared Wilson outo

the bed.