Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Alice’s fear reached a fever pitch, her voice climbing to a panicked shriek. “Yvette, what did you do to

me…”

Before she could finish, a vice–like grip tightened around her throat, making her choke violently.

“I told you you were too noisy,” Yvette said coldly, her eyes as frigid as a winter’s night.

Alice coughed. Her terror was palpable. Her face twisted in sheer panic as she stared at Yvette. The suffocating lack of oxygen left her desperate and flailing, but Yvette’s hold remained unrelenting.

“Y–Yvette, please… let me go…”

”

Yvette’s expression was steely, her striking fox–like eyes glittering with ruthless intent.

Just as Alice was on the brink of suffocation, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Yvie, what are you doing?”

Victoria, her face a mask of horror, rushed forward, desperation in her eyes. “Let Alice go! You’re killing her

“Get out of the way,” Yvette snapped, her fury blinding her as she shoved Victoria aside.

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“Ah…” Victoria fell hard to the ground, her already pale face becoming even more ashen. She looked agonized, her condition evidently worsening. It was a clear sign that her illness was flaring up.

Yvette’s attention wavered as she saw Victoria’s distress. She started to move toward her, but just then, Lionel arrived on the scene.

His face went from calm to panic as he saw Victoria on the ground. “Ms. Olson… Ms. Olson, what happened?”

Seizing the moment when Yvette was distracted, Alice wriggled out of her grasp and yelled, “Lionel, you’re just in time! It’s Yvette–she’s the one who shoved Victoria and caused all this. I saw it with my own. eyes!”

“How dare you harm Ms. Olson!” Lionel’s face darkened with fury. His eyes burned with a dangerous fire as he glared at Yvette.

“If you hurt her, you’ll pay the price,” he vowed, delivering a brutal palm strike aimed directly at Yvette’s vital points. The force behind his attack was ruthless, intended to either kill or severely cripple. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Yvette’s expression hardened, her gaze icy. She was about to retaliate when another pair of hands moved even faster, intercepting Lionel’s strike and delivering a crushing kick to his abdomen.

“Ah!” Lionel crashed to the ground like a ragdoll, his scream piercing the air as he spat out blood.

Wilson’s eyes were as cold as ice. The thought of Lionel almost harming Yvette ignited a ferocious rage within him.

“Mr. Quinn…”

Even Lionel, writhing in agony, couldn’t help but shiver in fear. He struggled to his knees, desperately begging for mercy, but Wilson was unmoved.

He advanced with a deliberate stride, his gaze was as unforgiving as a death sentence. “Wilson, please don’t…”