Chapter 17

Half an hour later, a black Maybach pulled up at the entrance of a standalone villa. The household staff were shocked to see Wilson carrying a young lady out of the car. Their eyes widened in an instant. This was Wilson's private residence. They had been working here for a long time, yet it was the first time they had seen Wilson bring someone over, let alone a lady. Sensing their astonishment, Wilson looked at them with a hint of warning. "Don't let Grandma know about this." His voice was chilling. It sent shivers down the staff members' spines. Knowing Martha's temperament, if she found out he brought a young lady home, she would definitely come looking for her. That might scare Yvette. "Yes, Mr. Quinn. We'll keep our mouths shut. Mrs. Quinn Senior won't know a thing," the household staff hurriedly assured. "Good." Wilson nodded and gently carried Yvette into the house. "Mr. Quinn, people who are drunk usually feel uncomfortable. Let us help wipe her face." "No need," Wilson