âI want more time alone with my fiancée.â
Yvetteâs eyes flickered. âBut if Jacob finds out, youâll be so busted!â
âYouâre worried about me, huh?â
Wilson let out a low, raspy chuckle, prolonging the sound in a slow, languid manner. It was enough to make her skin crawl.
This flirtatious man was at it again!
Yvette pursed her lips and pushed him away. âWeâre here.â
Wilson was the first to step out of the car, then opened the door for Yvette, helping her out.
âMr. Quinnâ¦â
The event organizers had heard that Wilson was coming. They were already waiting at the entrance.
The moment they saw him, they hurried over with eager smiles. They couldnât believe their eyes as the unbelievable unfolded before them.
Wilson, of all people, opened the door for the woman!
As soon as Yvette stepped out of the car, the organizers and others present were transfixed. She was so beautiful!
She was a vision of beauty that took everyoneâs breath away. Her refined and distinctive air made her impossible to ignore.
It was no surprise that she was special to Wilson.
Noticing their lingering gazes on Yvette, Wilsonâs charming but dangerous eyes instantly narrowed.
A chilling threat emanated from his gaze.
âAre you guys done staring?â
The people present felt a sudden chill at those words. Terrified, they quickly averted their eyes, no longer daring to look at Yvette.
At the same time, they couldnât help but marvel. âWhat a fuss heâs making! We canât even peek at her!â âMr. Quinn, please, this way.â
After Wilson and Yvette entered, the organizers breathed a sigh of relief. And then they saw a RollsâRoyce pull up at the entrance. Jacob, with his long legs, emerged from the vehicle.
âMr⦠Mr. Murray?â
Jacob nodded slightly as he glanced at the message Sean and Ashton had sent him.
âJacob, weâve got Yvie home now.â
Jacob nodded in satisfaction, then began to think about what his dear sister might like. Maybe he should place a few more bids and let Yvette choose her favorites. As for the ones Yvie didnât like, he could hand them off to Sean and Ashton.
One of the organizers struggled to suppress his shock and unease. Nonetheless, he respectfully ushered Jacob in. As the manâs back faded from view, he turned to the manager standing nearby and gave him a piece of his mind.
âIdiot! Who told you to invite both Mr. Quinn and Mr. Murray?â
The manager was bewildered by the scolding. He meekly replied, âMr. Quinn and Mr. Murray are both very wellâoff. If we invite them, the proceeds from our auction will be much higher.â
The organizer knew this reasoning, of course. But these two bigwigs had a falling out, and offending either of them was out of the question!
Everyone in Jubilife knew about the recent incident where Wilson went to Murray Manor to break off the engagement. Jacob became so enraged that it led to a physical altercation!
He nearly disfigured Wilson in the brawl!
With the bad blood between them, a confrontation at todayâs auction would ruin everything!
âFool, didnât you know theyâre at odds? Make sure their private rooms are far apart. For heavenâs sake, make sure they donât run into each other!
The manager quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and respectfully agreed. âYes! Iâll see to it right away.â
The organizer crossed his fingers, hoping against hope that the two bigwigs wouldnât cross paths.
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