Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns



Adam's subordinates immediately changed course, driving toward the boxing gym instead.

Before Yvette could relax, she received a phone call from Nancy.

"Yvie, come drink with me at Royal Pavilion! I ordered a whole lot of wine. Let's have a good time..."

Yvette frowned at the sound of Nancy's drunk voice. "Nancy, are you in a bad mood?" she asked worriedly.

Nancy's muffled voice sounded from the other end of the phone. "Mhm, a little! Yvie, I hate how thick-headed he is. I have the looks and the figure, yet he only treats me as a younger sister. I really feel like strangling him..."

Before Yvette had the chance to reply, Nancy hung up.

Her frown deepened. She was becoming more and more worried for Nancy, but she wouldn't get to her in time even if she rushed over right now...

After a moment's thought, she picked up her phone and called Jacob. The call connected instantly.

"What's up, Yvie?"

Jacob was both surprised and flattered that Yvette would contact him. This was the first time she had actively reached out to him!

"Jacob, Nancy is at the Royal Pavilion alone, and she's drunk. I'm worried about her, but I have something else to take care of right now. Can you pick her up for me?"Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jacob's expression instantly became serious when he heard about Nancy's state.

"Alright. I'll head over there right now, Yvie."

Jacob wasted no time. Right after hanging up, he grabbed his coat and turned to leave the house.

All sorts of people frequented the Royal Pavilion. It was dangerous for a young lady like Nancy to remain in a place like that while drunk.

"Where are you going, Jacob?"

Yara rarely saw her level-headed eldest son in such a hurry, so she couldn't help but be curious.

"I'm making a trip down to the Royal Pavilion. You get some early rest, Mom!"

Upon hearing that he was headed to the Royal Pavilion, Yara's curiosity was mostly satisfied. But then she seemed to think of something and waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively. "Oh? Come to think of it, I heard that you were showing a lot of care toward a certain young

lady today, Jacob. Are you interested in her, perhaps? Do you need me to start engagement talks with the Smiths?"

"Mom, stop talking nonsense." Jacob frowned, his expression serious. "She's Yvie's friend. I told you before that there's no way I'm going to be a shameless lecher like Wilson!"

"Why are you finding fault with my son-in-law all of a sudden?" asked Yara, her amusement fading. "Other than the fact that he's slightly older than Yvie, he's the perfect fiancé!"

Jacob squinted disbelievingly at her.

"Mom, what kind of brainwashing magic did Wilson cast on you? Why have you become so supportive of him so quickly?"

"What can I say, he's grown on me! Besides, Wilson is just an outstanding kid all around, so of course I like him!"

Yara glanced at Jacob. "On the other hand, when are you going to bring back a girlfriend? You aren't getting any younger, you know."

"I'm in a hurry, Mom. I have to go, " Jacob interrupted. "You get some rest."

He then left hurriedly, worried for Nancy.

"What exactly has him in such a rush?" Yara wondered aloud.

"Why are you standing in the doorway, dear?" asked Irwin. He walked over and circled his arms around her shoulders.

"It's nothing!" Yara quickly dismissed her own curiosity. "I was just thinking that Wilson is only a year older than Jacob, and yet he already has a girlfriend. It's about time we find Jacob a girlfriend as well!

"After all, he's not young anymore. We need to start setting up some blind dates. We can't delay his marriage any longer!"