Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)
Chapter 47

Chapter 47

The manager couldn't help but quiver under Collin's intense gaze. Then, he cautiously spoke up, "Of course... Of course, we'll kick out the troublemakers downstairs.."

"No!" Collin rubbed his temples in frustration. Yvette was Wilson's cherished sweetheart. Wilson would have his head if she were thrown out!

"Remember her face. No matter what, don't you dare lay hands on her-even if she razes this place to the ground someday!"

"Yes, yes, got it, Mr. Steele, I remember her now...

The manager hurriedly agreed as he saw Collin's grave expression. However, he was also bewildered by Yvette's significance. What made her worthy of Collin's protection? "Ouch... You bitch, how dare you do this to me! I'm the heir of the Zeigler family, the Zeiglers won't let you off-

Before he could finish his threat, Yvette landed another kick. With her head lowered, her voice dripped with defiance as she challenged, Won't let me off? I'll be waiting to see you try." He'd used such despicable tactics on countless girls. Even if he was killed, it would only mean that justice was served!

"Yvie"

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, Yvette pulled back her foot and turned to Wilson. Blinking innocently, she appeared harmless-a stark contrast to her earlier ferocity.

"I was waiting for you. He's the one who started it."

Seeing Yvette's eamest explanation, Wilson's hardened demeanor softened. Why was she so lovely?"

"Are you hurt?" Wilson strode over and inspected her carefully.

Yvette shook her head. "No." How could she be hurt dealing with a scumbag like him?

After confirming she was unharmed, Wilson's tense expression eased slightly. Then, he turned to Samuel and ordered, "Got him out of here and deal with him." Samuel nodded. "Yes, Mr. Quinn."

Wilson caught a whiff of alcohol on Yvette, and he gently rubbed her head. "Did you drink?"

With the alcohol's effects, Yvette felt dizzy. Instinctively, she rubbed her head against Wilson's palm and murmured softly, "Just a little."

Wilson found her obedient demeanor adorable. His eyes were tender as he asked gently, "Why were you drinking?"

"I was unhappy." Yvette pursed her lips, her voice subdued.

"Did someone bully you, hmm?" Wilson's gaze sottened as he coaxed her gently.

Wilson supported her and continued, "Tell me who it was. I'll take care of it."

Yvette's heart warmed at his protective tone. She became increasingly muddle-headed, and she extended her arms to seek solace. She whispered, "Hug me

Before Wilson could respond, Yvette had already thrown herself into his arms. She then wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Wilson chuckled softly, then reached out to embrace her.

His deep and magnetic voice was uncharacteristically gentle. "Alright. I've got you,

Yvie"

Jake, who just retumed from the bathroom, was taken aback by the commotion. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots, and he quickly charged toward Wilson "Holy crap, who the hell are you? Let go of my boss right now!"

He'd only stepped away for a quick bathroom break, and now someone was making a move on Yvette. He had to cut this guy's hand off!

But before lake could reach Wilson, he was blocked by a group of black-clad bodyguards.