Chapter 37

"You guys, look over there! It's Mr. Quinn! Wait, who's that woman beside him? Her figure looks so familiar..." "Yeah, you're right. She kind of looks like Yvette from behind." The whispers among the socialites grew as they watched Wilson and Yvette from a distance. Yasmin's expression instantly darkened as she listened to their speculation. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists as she tried to hide her inner turmoil. "You guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don't know each other." How could Wilson possibly be with that bitch Yvette?! Sensing Yasmin's grim expression, the group of socialites quickly agreed. "Yeah, we probably got the wrong person. Yvette wouldn't possibly be together with Mr. Quinn!" "Exactly. That country bumpkin wouldn't even get a chance to meet him!" Relief washed over Yasmin after hearing their words. She tightened her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize this opportunity to get closer to Wilson. … Since their last