Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Irwin was beyond enraged. His darling daughter was the apple of his eye. He cherished her more than anything in the world. How dare Orlando speak ill of her! He was asking for it. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Anyone who dared to criticize Yvette was a sworn enemy of the Murrays.

“Irwin, we’ve been friends for years! How can you treat me like this?”

Irwin scoffed coldly over the phone. “I don’t care who you are. If you say one bad word about my daughter, you’ll answer to me!”

Orlando stared at the disconnected call, dumbfounded. He’d never met anyone so fiercely

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He had only made a negative comment about Yvette, and now Irwin was cutting off all ties with him. He was effectively terminating the collaboration between the Murrays and the Shaws. The potential losses would be enormous!

A warm glow filled Yvette’s heart knowing her family loved her so steadfastly.

“Hand over the medical equipment, or I’ll break your son’s legs.”

“You” Orlando’s face contorted in a mask of fury. “Yvette, don’t push it! You don’t want to mess with the Shaw family.”

Her patience wore thin as he droned on, and an irritated look flitted across her porcelain

features.

“Looks like you’ve chosen to have your son’s legs broken. Get to it.‘

“Yes, Ms. Murray.” The black–suited bodyguards behind Yvette immediately obeyed, advancing on Carson and his father.

Seeing that Yvette meant business, Orlando exploded in a fit of rage. “I can’t believe someone so young could be so vicious!”

“You have no right to talk about my fiancée like that!”

Wilson strode In, his handsome face clouded with anger, his presence instantly intimidating.

“M–Mr. Quinn…”

Orlando hadn’t expected Wilson to be there. His face went pale. The Shaw family could perhaps weather the storm of their conflict with the Murrays. But the addition of Wilson to the equation meant certain trouble.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Murray. I really put my foot in my mouth. I didn’t mean to offend you with my remark.‘

Orlando’s expression transformed instantly. A forced, sycophantic grin replaced the brooding look he previously wore.

Yvette’s eyes flashed with icy contempt as she sneered at him. “It’s a shame, but I’m a bit of a grudge holder. I’m not very forgiving, you see.”

Wilson reached out and took Yvette’s hand, his demeanor affectionate, yet his eyes held an

intense coldness.

“I’ll make life hell for anyone who makes my fiancé unhappy.”

Listening to their back–and–forth banter, Orlando couldn’t force a fawning smile onto his face. He felt like slapping Carson silly.

If it weren’t for Carson’s stupidity, the Shaws wouldn’t be in this mess. Now they had got the

Murrays and the Quinns breathing down their necks.

“Ms. Murray, I’ll have the medical equipment delivered immediately!”

Orlando’s expression was now a picture of servility.

“To prove my sincerity, I’ll transfer 10% of my shares to you. Ms. Murray, will that appease you?”

Only then did Yvette give a casual nod. “That’ll do.”

“Dad, we’ve already lost so much because of her. Now you’re giving her-

“Shut up!”

Orlando harshly cut Carson off before he could finish.

The tides had turned in Jubilife, and Yvette was now the one to fear.