Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns Novel novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 

“Which idiot is looking-” Sean didn’t finish his sentence when he saw Wilson standing at the door. His expression was icy, his presence overwhelming. 

Sean shuddered, swallowing the rest of his words. 

“Who had the audacity to “Ashton glanced impatiently toward the entrance. The moment he saw who it was, he stood up in shock. 

“W–Wilson, why are you here?” he stuttered. 

Among the younger generation of these aristocratic families, there wasn’t a single person who wasn’t afraid of Wilson. They all regarded him. with a mix of fear and reverence, even the arrogant ones like Sean and Ashton. 

Wilson swept his gaze around the room. Apart from the two of them, he didn’t see anyone else. It seemed that Collin’s information was wrong -Ms. Murray wasn’t here. 

“Wilson, it’s been a while.” Ashton smiled ingratiatingly at the man, cautiously extending his hand. 

Suddenly, he remembered Wilson’s severe germophobia and tried to withdraw his hand. To his surprise, Wilson took his hand and shook it. 

Ashton’s face showed a mix of surprise and delight, but before he could revel in it, his expression turned to one of pain. 

“Argh!” Wilson was twisting 

his hand hard. Ashton winced from the pain but didn’t dare pull away. 

“Some things are not meant for you,” Wilson said coldly, releasing his hand. His deep, narrow eyes bore a warning that sent shivers down Ashton’s spine. 

As Wilson walked away, Ashton was left bewildered. He looked at Sean. “What did Wilson mean?” 

Sean also looked battled. “I have no idea!” 

“He almost twisted my hand.” Ashton held his swollen hand and winced. “I think he hates me.” 

“You’re overthinking it, Ashton, Wilson won’t have time for us, let alone hold a grudge,” Sean said with a tone of indifference. 

Ashton considered it and decided not to dwell on it further. He silently thanked his lucky stars that Yvette was out; otherwise, she’d be frightened by Wilson! 

“Boss, there’s progress in chip research at the research institute. The guys wanted to know when you can visit,” a voice came through Yvette’s phone. 

Upon hearing about the progress in chip research, Yvette’s face lit up. “Great, I’ll find time to visit the research institute.” 

After hanging up the phone, Yvette stepped out of the restroom and headed toward the private room. 

That was when she ran into Wilson, who was in a foul mood.