Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

When the head of the Granger family, Barret Granger, learned of Skyla's mess-up, he immediately brought her over to apologize the very next day.

After being informed that Wilson didn't blame them for it, he then proceeded to shoo Skyla out of the study so he could start discussing business with Wilson.

"That was too embarrassing!" Skyla exclaimed as she recalled yesterday's events.

She walked out of the study with her hands covering her face, only to unexpectedly walk headfirst into a soft embrace.

She raised her head in confusion. A familiar, delicate face came into view, which caused her to redden and back away hurriedly.

However, she backed away too fast and staggered, looking as if she was about to fall. In response, Yvette moved incredibly fast, grabbing her waist and pulling her up effortlessly.

"Thank you..."

Skyla's face flamed in even greater embarrassment. She frowned in distress, not knowing how to address Yvette.

Yvette noticed this and smiled at her, saying, "You can just call me Yvette."

Her smile made her look even more beautiful and captivating, and Skyla was transfixed. If only such a beautiful lady was her future wife instead!

Yvette felt exasperated at the sight of Skyla staring blankly at her. She gently poked her in the forehead.

"Have you had a good look?" she asked.

"Not yet!" Skyla answered.

She subconsciously leaned forward into Yvette's touch, her round eyes staring as she blurted out, "Your beauty is killing me!"

"Ms. Yvette is three years younger than you, Ms. Granger," Samuel informed her, standing off to the side.

He sighed inwardly. Yvette really was reeling in both men and women! "What? You're actually younger than me?" Skyla asked in surprise.

Upon learning Yvette's age, she was first surprised, then displeased. She pursed her lips, muttering, "Boss is too shameless! He's a shameless cradle robber!" noveldrama

"Shameless, you say?"

A man's low voice sounded from behind her, alluring yet icy cold.

"That's right!" Skyla exclaimed reflexively, her brain not yet catching

up to her mouth. "What is he if not

shameless? Yvette's still young! How Could he make a move on her? He's a lecher, a great, big lecher, I say!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a strong chill coming from behind

her and couldn't help but shiver.

Trembling, she turned around to see Wilson looking coldly at her; his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I'm a lecher?"

His face was impassive yet could somehow still strike fear into people's hearts.

She was doomed... she was utterly doomed!

She was shaking terribly from fear and felt like crying. She turned to look pleadingly at Yvette.

Yvette stepped forward to stand in front of her, raising a lazy eyebrow at Wilson. "Don't scare her."

Seeing Yvette protecting Skyla, Wilson narrowed his eyes in displeasure. His voice carried a hint of grievance as he said, "But baby, she called me a lecher..."

Yvette pursed her lips at that, suppressing a smile as she replied, "She's not wrong, though."

"Hmm?" Wilson gritted his teeth, a dangerous expression overtaking his face. "Are you asking to be punished, Yvie?"

Samuel had already very wisely dragged Skyla out of there, making his escape with great haste.

After all, while Wilson couldn't bear to get angry at Yvette no matter how angry he was, they were a different matter altogether!

Yvette tugged her collar down slightly, delicate eyebrows arching lazily.

"Do you think I've wronged you?" she asked.