Chapter 271: A Rose 275

The car screeched to a halt, sending Yvette’s body slamming forward. Luckily, Wilson reacted quickly, holding her as she lurched.

After making sure Yvette wasn’t hurt the dark viciousness in his slender eyes dissipated somewhat, but they were still terrifying enough to send shivers down spines.

“What was that?”

The driver seemed to be in shock as well. “Mr. Quinn, a car suddenly drove out straight in front of us out of nowhere, blocking our way. If I hadn’t braked, we would’ve crashed into it…”

Before the driver could finish speaking, another car came hurtling toward the car they were in. The driver shrieked, going limp with terror.

Just as the car seemed like it was about to crash into them, Wilson set Yvette onto the seat gently.

Making sure to comfort her, he whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of it.”

Yvette winced through her cramps, blinking her huge eyes at him. She wasn’t scared. In fact, the feeling of having someone else caring about her felt new and exciting.

Icily, Wilson told the driver, “Allow me.”

The hapless driver scrambled into the passenger seat. After settling in the driver’s seat, Wilson immediately took control of the steering wheel.

In a beautifully executed drift, he swiftly dodged the incoming car.

Watching his expert maneuvering in silence, a gleam of admiration shone in Yvette’s eyes.

Each of his movements was absolute perfection and jaw–droppingly awesome, but why did his technique seem so familiar?

Instead of hitting them, the incoming car collided with the car behind, which had been driving toward them in the first place.

The two cars crashed in a tremendous explosion.

Quickly, several more cars appeared, surrounding the black Maybach. Clearly, they were trying to force them to stop.

Wilson’s expression turned tense. His long, slender eyes narrowed dangerously.

If he had been the only person in the car, he would have crashed into them without hesitation. If he messed up a single thing, both the car and the passengers inside would be goners.

So it was a dangerous thing to do, but he was fairly confident that he’d be able to get rid of them that way.

But with Yvette in the car, he didn’t want to put her safety on the line, no matter how small the risk of danger was. Yvette was his weak spot. He could never put her in danger.

“Wait for me here in the car, alright, baby?”

Wilson tenderly reassured Yvette, then stepped out of the car decisively. “Who sent you here?”

His lean and imposingly tall figure exuded a deadly, terrifying air of intimidation. “Sick enough of your pathetic little lives to attack me out here in Jubilife?”

The man walking toward them had a swagger in his step at first. But after recognizing it was Wilson, the man’s knees grew weak, almost kneeling down in utter petrification.

“W–Why… if it isn’t Mr. Quinn. What are you doing here?”

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he was supposed to nab should have been in that car. So why was Wilson the person stepping out of the car?

The whole of Jubilife City knew all too well that one absolutely did not cross Wilson Quinn. With the unfathomable power and influence he wielded, it was a death sentence to get on his bad side.

The weaselly–looking man whispered to the henchman beside him, then approached Wilson with a smarmy smile.

“This is all a misunderstanding, Mr. Quinn, a huge misunderstanding! We’re only here for the woman in your car. If you’d ever so graciously hand her over to us, we’ll hit the road right away!”

“You want Yvette?”

The frostiness in Wilson’s demeanor turned colder, sending chills down their spines.