âWhatâs there to brag about? Itâs just pastries from Crown Bakehouse, âCollin replied, sounding envious.
Wilson read the text and smirked. He took a picture of his wound and sent it to the group chat.
Wilson wrote, âMy baby did the bandage for me.â
Reading the texts from his friends, Collin grimaced. Collin thought his friends were being very cruel to him. After all, Collin was the only one without a little sister or a girlfriend!
Collin replied, âWilson, when are you going to transfer me back? Iâm all tanned now. What if I canât find a girlfriend while Iâm out here alone, tanning in the sunâ¦â
But Wilson ignored Collin and texted Yvette instead.
âI miss you,â he wrote.
Meanwhile, at Murray Corporation, Yvette couldnât help but smile at the text she received from Wilson.
Yvette put her phone away and said, âJacob, I have to go now. I have some things to do.â
Yvette had just arrived, but she was already leaving. Jacob was reluctant to let her go, but he didnât want to force her to stay either. Jacob simply nodded gently.
âOkay. Iâll send you home, Yvie.â
Yvette promptly rejected him and said, âItâs fine. I can go home by myself.â
Jacob frowned at this. He wondered why it seemed as if Yvette was meeting her boyfriend behind their backs.
But he immediately dismissed that thought. After all, Yvette had just returned to Jubilife. Ashton and Sean kept a close eye on her in school, too. Yvette couldnât possibly have found herself a boyfriend!
At that thought, Jacob felt more assured. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table. Jacob and Wilson had agreed that once Martha was discharged from the hospital, Wilson would break off the engagement.
There were three days untilâMarthaâs discharge.
Jacob was determined to break off the engagement between Wilson and Yvette. He would never allow his beloved sister to marry an old man like Wilson!
The Murray Corporation and Quinn Corporation buildings were not far apart. Yvette walked over with the pastries herself. She had told Samuel beforehand, so the receptionists treated her with respect.
âPlease come with me, Ms. Yvette. Mr. Jackson has been waiting Yvette nodded. But just as she was about to leave with the receptionist, a sharp female voice spoke from behind her.
âStop right there! Iâve been waiting here for a long time and you still wonât let me in. Why is she allowed to go inside?â
The woman had decent looks, but she was overdressed, and it made her look extremely tacky.
In response to her unreasonable question, the receptionist answered politely, âIâm sorry, Ms.
Simpson. But youâre not allowed to enter.â
âWhy?â Jean Simpson snarled.
When Jean saw Yvetteâs face, she was envious.
Still, she continued, âI am representing the Simpson family in discussing a business collaboration with Mr. Quinn. Youâre not letting me in, but youâre letting this little girl in? Who is she, and why is she let inside?â
Samuel hadnât told the receptionists who Yvette was, but he told them to treat Yvette with respect.
Because of that, the receptionists didnât know how to respond to Jeanâs question.
That gave grounds for Jean to act more arrogantly. Thinking that Yvette was a sex worker, she said disdainfully, âYouâre so young. Where is your dignity?â