âOh, thatâs true. Is this some side chick that he doesnât want to be seen with?â
âOPâs right! That must be it. So thatâs why he isnât showing her face!â
Watching the news go viral across the Internet, the butler couldnât stop himself from asking Wilson, âMr. Quinn, should I have all these news articles removed?â
Wilson had always hated this sort of frivolous headlines. He was certain heâd be asked to have them all deleted.
Wilsonâs idle gaze rested on the photograph. The curve of his thin lips broadened unconsciously.
Theyâd sure taken a rather nice photo of him and Yvette.
âThereâs no need for that. Let them be.â
He would be making things official soon with Yvette, anyway.
âAlright, Mr. Quinn, Iâll get these news articles removed right this instant-â
Realizing belatedly that Wilson had requested not to have them taken down, the butler froze in shock. He then quickly responded, âYes, Mr. Quinn. Understood.â
Wilsonâs liking for the photograph deepened the more he looked at it. Seeing the smile spread across his face, the butler couldnât resist adding more to his words.
âHowever, people have been speculating on your relationship with Ms. Yvette. Theyâre saying that sheâs a⦠âside chickâ of yours.â
âA side chick?â
Before the butler could finish speaking, Wilsonâs face fell, looking. impossibly frightening.
âMake a statement to the public that she is someone I like, and that she will be the future lady of the Quinn family household.â
Seeing Wilsonâs terrifying demeanor, the butler shuddered in fear, then replied with humble deference, âUnderstood, Mr. Quinn. Iâll get going right away.â
âAnd one more thing, get all those blabbermouth accounts banned, will you?â
Wilsonâs anger was still burning, but once he heard footsteps coming down from upstairs, he restrained his temper. Gently, he turned to look at Yvette.
âYouâre awake?â
âYeah.â Yvetteâs face was still pale, but she looked much better than the day before.
The butler tutted inwardly at Wilsonâs immediate change of attitude. He excused himself immediately, then went about to do what he had been ordered to.
Yvette didnât have any morning classes. Wilson watched her finish up her lunch, then requested the household staff to take care of her before leaving to go to the company.
Yvette lay down idly on the sofa, thinking about everything that had happened the day before.
Those people were clearly coming for her.
Her eyes narrowed icily. Sheâd been staying in Jubilife City all this time. She hadnât even done anything. So why were there people trying. to kill her?
She absolutely hated getting unlucky like this.
Yvette took out her phone and tapped into the Dark Organizationâs group chat. Her fingers fluttered across the keyboard.
âI have something for you to do,â she typed out.
âMs. Murray, your word is our command!â
Yvette smiled, then continued typing. âI want you to investigate which organization has a starâ
shaped mark as its symbol.â
The previous day, when the weasellyâlooking man had tried holding her hostage, sheâd spied a mark in the shape of a star on his arm.
Every organization had their own special symbol. The starâshaped mark could be the symbol of the organization that the man had come from.
Once she found out who was behind the starâshaped mark, sheâd know which organization was after her.
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