Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 907

Varian added, "I also injected Yvette with the catalyst. Her side effects will get stronger with each episode, accelerating the failure of her organs. She won't be able to hold out much longer!"

His face twisted into a sinister, smug grin. No one could withstand the pain of the drug's side effects. Moreover, Yvette had the catalyst injected into her. She would soon be begging them for mercy!

The man's expression softened slightly beneath the mask. A cold, twisted smile curved his lips.

"At least there's some progress. I'll let you off this time."

Upon hearing this, Varian heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"Thank you, Master!"

…

The next day, Yvette woke up early, quickly finished her morning routine, and went downstairs. She grabbed Wilson by the hand, eager to leave.

"Wait..." Wilson reached out and gently stopped her, his eyes filled with affection and helplessness.

"Yvie, calm down."

Yvette looked at him in confusion. She was, of course, in a hurry. It was a rare chance for them; Theodore had finally allowed them to uncover the truth about the past. They had to make the most of it.

"Let's have breakfast first," Wilson suggested. He naturally understood what Yvette was thinking, but her health was far more important to him than anything else.

"I'm not hungry!" Yvette immediately shook her head and rejected the offer. "Let's go."

"But I made this for you early in the morning..." Wilson lowered his gaze, a trace of grievance in them. His gaze was so captivating it made one's heart soften.

The familiar charm of him was back again! Yvette helplessly smirked and couldn't bear to disappoint him. She sat down and began eating breakfast.

Wilson gave a slight nod to Apollo, and Wesley was immediately brought in.

"Let me go! Do you know what you're doing is illegal?"

When Theodore saw Wesley being dragged in, his expression immediately changed. He stood tall and exclaimed, "It's really you!"

Wesley froze upon hearing the familiar voice. He stopped struggling and looked up in disbelief. "Mr. Maximillian."

Theodore nodded and looked at Wesley's bound hands. "Release him."

Apollo didn't move. Instead, he turned his gaze to Wilson for instructions.

Theodore looked to Wilson and scoffed. "What's the matter? My words don't carry weight anymore?"