Chapter 876

It was late at night, and the private jet landed on the tarmac. Yvette was still asleep, her expression serene and peaceful. Xavier's gaze fell tenderly on her. The fiery love buried deep in his heart only dared to surface in moments like this. As he looked at the stray strands of hair across her forehead, he couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush them aside. But before his hand could touch Yvette, another hand—long-fingered and as elegant as a work of art—intercepted his in midair. Wilson's expression was unfriendly, his captivating eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. His grip tightened, as if threatening to snap Xavier's wrist. "What are you doing?" Xavier forcefully pulled his hand away, his hostility toward Wilson plain as day. "Just waking Yvie up. Why so alarmed, Mr. Quinn?" Wilson's gaze was dark and inscrutable, devoid of emotion. However, the oppressive air around him grew heavier by the second, radiating a silent menace that sent chills down one's spine. "Yvie