Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

“Mom, Dad, we finally get to kick Yvette out of our house! Why haven’t the people come over to pick her up yet? Did they change their minds?”

Listening to the gloating voices from downstairs, Yvette maintained a calm expression. Her delicate and fair face showed no emotion as she walked down the stairs.

Upon seeing her, Tyler Murphy’s face showed a hint of awkwardness. “Alright, that’s enough. Everyone stop talking!”

“I’m just speaking the truth, why should I stop?” Lynda muttered reluctantly. “If Grandma hadn’t insisted on keeping her, this jinx would’ve been kicked out a long time ago!”

Amy Ford looked at Yvette with the same disdain as her daughter, Lynda. “It was the old lady who took you in, Yvette. You’re not a part of our family. We’ve done you a great favor by raising you all these years.

“We don’t expect anything in return, just don’t come looking for us again. From now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other.”

Even though they lived in the countryside, their family was relatively wealthy compared to the others in the village.

They heard that Yvette’s biological parents were extremely poor, struggling to make ends meet while raising five sons. Amy didn’t want to be burdened by such a poor family.

“As you wish,” Yvette replied indifferently. Her beautiful, upturned fox-like eyes coldly staring at Amy. “I just hope you don’t regret this later.”

Regret? Amy looked as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, her disdain growing even more intense. “Of course, I won’t regret it. Get out of here and go back to your poor family. Stop clinging to us!”

Lynda also found it laughable. With her hands on her hips, she said rudely, “Yvette, once you go back, your poor parents will marry you off to some old man living in the mountains. Those old men are ugly and disgusting. Don’t come crying to us then!”

Despite being from the countryside, Yvette had a fox-like face, and her skin did not have even the slightest imperfection. It was enough to make anyone jealous.

“Stop talking to her, Lyn!” Amy snorted coldly at Yvette. “Get out of here! We have nothing to do with you from now on. Don’t ever come back to our family!”

Yvette’s eyes grew colder. She picked up her backpack from the couch and walked out without looking back.

Just then, she heard a male voice through her headphones.

“Boss, the people who came to pick you up got their car stuck in mud near the village.”

“Alright,” Yvette replied nonchalantly.

Through her headphones, Jake vented, “That darn Tyler and his family are just despicable! How dare they kick you out like this. They owe their comfortable lives to you!”

Indeed, if it wasn’t for Yvette, Tyler and his family wouldn’t have been living the high life all these years.

Yvette’s fox-like eyes dropped slightly. Everything she did was for her grandmother.

Kayla Jones had taken Yvette in, going as far as treating Yvette like her own granddaughter.

Thus, with her grandmother gone, there was no reason for Yvette to stay in that household anymore.

“Boss, I gave them a little taste of their own medicine!” Jake said as he fumed.

As soon as those words left his mouth, a deafening crash echoed behind Yvette.

The Murphy family’s elegant villa crumbled in an instant. Amy and Lynda were knocked unconscious on the spot.

Elsewhere, a black Ferrari was stuck deep in the mud just before the village entrance. Larry looked anxious and helpless at the same time.

“Get out of the car.”

Yvette lightly tapped on the car window with her slender, pale fingers. When Larry looked up, he saw her exquisite, radiant face.

She had delicate, picturesque features, with captivating and shimmering eyes that were almost too beautiful to be real.

Her facial features bore a striking resemblance to that of Mr. and Mrs. Murray. A flash of astonishment crossed Larry’s eyes as he instantly realized that this must be the long-lost Murray daughter he was sent to pick up.

He promptly got out of the car as instructed.

Yvette slid into the driver’s seat, her pale hands gripping the steering wheel effortlessly.

She smoothly drove the car out of the mud, a feat that had stumped Larry for half an hour.

“You’re incredible, Ms. Murray!” Larry exclaimed in amazement. Despite his years of driving experience, he hadn’t been able to free the car, but she had done it with ease.

“Let’s go.” Yvette slung her backpack over her shoulder and climbed into the back seat. She casually crossed her long legs in a confident and commanding manner.

“But Ms. Murray, Mr. and Mrs. Murray instructed me to deliver these gifts to your adoptive parents to repay their kindness in raising you…”

Yvette lifted her captivating eyes to look at him, her tone indifferent. “Are you going to listen to me or them?”

Despite her youth, the air she exuded was incredibly intimidating.

“I’ll listen… to you, Ms. Murray,” Larry stammered. “I’ll take you back to Jubilife City now!”

Jubilife City? Yvette lazily raised an eyebrow. She recalled that the car’s license plate was JBC-01. In a place like Jubilife City, getting a number plate like that required not just money, but significant influence. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Yvette didn’t know where Amy and her family had heard that her biological parents were poor, she was now certain they weren’t anything like they described.

“Alright.”

Looking at Yvette’s cool demeanor, Larry couldn’t help but want to talk to her a bit more.

“Ms. Murray, your parents wanted to pick you up themselves, but Mrs. Murray’s illness flared up again, so Mr. Murray had to stay and take care of her. All of their sons are away at the moment as well, so they sent me to get you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Murray had been searching for you all these years, and they’ve finally found you…”

Yvette listlessly listened to his rambling, which made Larry feel even more pity for her.

He thought that she was extremely well-behaved. Her parents were sure to be very fond of her.

By the time they arrived at Murray Manor, it was already evening. The residence was located in the most affluent district of Jubilife City.

The car slowly stopped at the manor’s entrance, and Larry broke the silence. “We’re here, Ms. Murray.”

“Yeah,” Yvette responded with a nod.

Her cool gaze fell on the plaque above the door, where the last name, “Murray” was inscribed in bold, elegant calligraphy.

She recognized the handwriting as the distinctive work of John Stevens, whose pieces were precious and highly sought after.

She smiled playfully, her tone calm. “My family’s quite wealthy.”

“Of course, Ms. Murray. Your father is the richest man in Jubilife City!”