Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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Adam shook his head gently at Yara. “Mom, it’s classified. I can’t tell you.”

Yara sighed but didn’t push further, knowing how his job worked. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “But Yvie’s just a college kid. What could the military want with her?”

Adam’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. Mom, Yvie’s way more impressive than you

think.”

There was pride in his voice, a kind of quiet admiration for his sister’s unexpected strengths.

“Alright, I’ve got to go,” Adam said, glancing at his watch. “If I don’t leave now, I’m going to

be late.”

He said his goodbyes to Yara and Irwin before reluctantly heading out of Murray Manor, clearly not eager to leave.

Yvette was already waiting for him outside. She greeted him with a warm smile and a soft, ” Adam, safe travels.”

Adam couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at his sister. How did he end up with someone so brilliant and endearing in his life?

He couldn’t resist pulling her into a tight hug, his hand gently ruffling her hair.

“I’ll be back to pick you up in a few days, Yvie,” he said, his voice full of warmth and just a hint

of reluctance.

Once he returned to the base, he’d be buried in work. Moments like this with his sister were rare, so he needed to savor every second.

Yvette stayed nestled against him, content in the embrace. But when she caught Wilson’s death stare from the sidelines, Adam let her go, throwing a cheeky grin Wilson’s way.

In Adam’s mind, Yvette was his little sister, and he could hug her as long as he damn well

pleased.

Wilson’s jaw tightened, but he kept it cool. Silently, he reached for Yvette’s hand, his grip a

subtle claim on her.

“Make sure you take care of her while I’m gone,” Adam said, his tone edging into something a bit sharper.

He clapped Wilson’s shoulder before adding, “And if anything happens to her if she so much as stubs her toe–you’re gonna have me to deal with.”

It was Adam’s roundabout way of giving Wilson the green light as Yvette’s future husband, but the protective older brother vibe was unmistakable.

Wilson’s grin widened. “Relax, Adam. I’ll take care of Yvie. She’ll never have to worry about a thing while I’m around.”

Adam gave a nod. “Good. I’ll be holding you to that.” He patted Wilson on the shoulder before striding toward his car.

“Alright, I’m out of here. No need to see me off, Yvie. I’ll be back soon to pick you up,” Adam called as he opened the door.

Yvette waved, watching him pull away, her eyes lingering until his car disappeared from sight. Only then did she reluctantly look away, her heart still heavy.

Though their time together had been short, Adam had already earned a lasting place in her

heart.

“Let’s head back inside, baby,” Wilson whispered, pulling Yvette into a gentle embrace.

Right then, a sleek Rolls–Royce glided to a stop at the gate. Jacob stepped out, his long strides confident as he caught sight of them, arms wrapped around each other..

Yvette, knowing Jacob’s temper when it came to her and Wilson, instinctively tried to pull away. The last thing she wanted was to see Wilson take another hit for something as simple as a hug.

But to her surprise, Jacob didn’t explode. He shot Wilson a hard glare, more of a silent threat than his usual fury.

“Adam already took off?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah, just left,” Yvette replied, nodding.

For a brief moment, disappointment flickered in Jacob’s dark eyes. He had rushed back but still missed his brother.

Jacob’s jaw clenched for a second, but he quickly shook it off, stepping forward and gently grabbing Yvette’s hand.

As he started leading her inside, he glanced back at Wilson with a sharp edge in his voice. “You coming, or are you just gonna stand there?” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.