Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 819

"Yvie, we knew you'd win! You've made all of Croedal proud!"

Yvette smiled at them, her lips curving in a gentle expression. "This championship is the result of all our hard work. We wouldn't be here today if it weren't for your victories in the previous rounds."

Madison and the others understood that Yvette was crediting them for their contributions, and they felt incredibly warmed by this. They had already learned so much from her. Now, Yvette was sharing the glory with them.

"You guys head back to Jubilife without me. I still have some things to take care of here for the next few more days."

Madison and the others immediately agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "Alright, Yvie. We'll do as you say!"

Just as Yvette watched them leave, she heard Frank's voice from behind.

"Vern, we haven't seen each other in so long. It's a rare opportunity today. I've just written a new academic paper, and I would love your guidance!"

Yvette's expression shifted slightly, immediately giving Jordan a subtle signal.

She had to escape quickly, or else Frank would be on her tail like a persistent shadow. His ability to pester people was on par with Barnabus'. Thus, she needed to move fast.

Before Jordan could react, Yvette was already gone. He blinked, then quickly followed after her.

"Ms. Murray, wait for me!"

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By the time Yvette reached the entrance, Wilson was already waiting for her, obediently standing at the door as instructed.

When Jordan saw him, he immediately approached with enthusiasm.

"Ah, you must be Ms. Murray's uncle. You're so young! It must be amazing to have such an outstanding niece like Yvette!"

But as soon as Jordan finished speaking, Wilson's face darkened even further, and the temperature around them seemed to drop sharply as if they had entered an ice chamber, the cold biting.

Yvette couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Even Samuel, standing by her side, couldn't suppress his chuckles, bowing his head to stifle the laughter.

Age was a sore spot for Wilson, and Jordan had unwittingly triggered him.

Overwhelmed by Wilson's imposing presence, Jordan couldn't help but shudder, a rare sense of fear creeping into his heart.

Had he said something wrong? Why had this otherwise composed and dignified man suddenly become so intimidating?

"With eyes like that, you should see a doctor." Wilson's piercing gaze landed on Jordan, chilling the latter to the bone. Then, without warning, he pulled Yvette into his arms. His large, defined hand gripped her waist tightly.

"Ungrateful little thing, you're still laughing!"