Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 2

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 2 His Ruthlessness

Lance’s beautiful eyes did not reveal any emotion. Marvin’s words did not attract hist

attention.

Yvette had always been gentle, and she was not a jealous woman.

As long as Yvette behaved herself, Lance would treat her well.

In the elevator…

Yvette looked up, not wanting her tears to fall, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes and quickly disappeared into her ears.

She thought that two years was long enough to win Lance’s love, and Lance would find out how good she was.

But all of this was just Yvette’s wishful thinking.

It turned out that no matter how hard Yvette tried, she was not as good as Lance’s ex,

who had returned.

When the elevator door opened, Yvette had returned to normal, but her face was pale.

Yvette dragged herself to the break room, wanting to make a cup of coffee to sober herself up.

The chatting of a few employees inside entered Yvette’s ears.

“Have you seen the news? Yazmin has returned.”

“Who is she?”

“You don’t know? Yazmin’s father is the president of the Myers Group, and Yazmin is a senior designer. The key is that she is the only girlfriend that our president has acknowledged. I heard that she is Mr. Wolseley’s first girlfriend.”

“Isn’t it rumored that Mr. Wolseley and Yvette have an affair?”

“Yvette? At most, she’s just Mr. Wolseley’s sex partner. Mr. Wolseley has never acknowledged her. Yvette is so proud. She thinks she will be Mrs. Wolseley. How stupid!”

Yvette curled her lips and smiled sarcastically, feeling that anyone could see better than

her.

Yvette was the only one who was confused.

“Ahem, have you woken up

from

your dream?”

A mocking voice came from behind. The one who came in was Lance’s cousin, Emilie Thackeray. She had always been at odds with Yvette.

Emilie must have heard the gossip of the employees.

Yvette did not want to have a conflict with Emilie in the company and turned to leave, but Emilie blocked her path.

Emilie held the coffee she just made and said with a mean face, “Now that Yazmin is back. Do you think Lance will sleep with a lowly good–for–nothing like you?”

Seeing Yvette ignore her, Emilie continued to ridicule her.

“Do you need me to introduce some old men to you? Anyway, you are good in bed. It

doesn’t matter whom you sleep with.”

Yvette’s hands, which were hanging by her sides, were secretly clenched. She said coldly, “This is the company, not a brothel. Ms. Thackeray, if you want to do business, you should go somewhere else.”

“You…”

Yvette was indirectly scolding her for being a prostitute.

Emilie’s expression changed.

She suddenly splashed the hot coffee on Yvette.

Yvette did not expect Emilie to be so crazy. Yvette hurriedly reached out. The hot coffee was poured on her arm. Her snow–white skin instantly turned red.

from the pain and angrily rebuked, “What the hell are

many employees watching the farce,

even more proud.

Do you think that others don’t know that you

you…”

“Bang!”

by a

had always been tolerant of her, would

loss

and said, “How dare you hit me?”

teaching you

no parents, but she would not

her mother was a very gentle person, not

ashen in anger. As Lance’s cousin,

she received

“You slut!”

up like crazy and raised her palm high, about to slap Yvette in the

was on guard. She reached out and grabbed Emilie’s wrist so that Emilie

not move.

not as tall as Yvette. Emilie was

“Who do you think you are? You

than a whore!”

and more

“Stop!”

Lance had just come

this farce.

an instant, the lounge

little afraid of him. Lance was strict, and

herself when she saw

beaten, she became unyielding. Half of her cheeks were red as she said with a sobbing tone, “Lance, look at Yvette. She is

crazy.”

the window, casting a shadow on

to cry because of the pain of being wronged and being scalded on the

of her hand.

Thiel,

a wall, blocking Yvette from breathing.

surroundings were quiet.

stood alone. Her figure was slender

had told her not to throw a tantrum at the

and he would not allow

that and understood Lance’s position.

Yvette wanted to ask if Lance had heard those

with Emilie.

if she was just Lance’s plaything.

the farce dispersed after Lance arrived, but a few bold ones stood not far away, waiting to see what would

chills down Yvette’s

pinched her palm, suppressing the overflowing grief,

an employee of the Wolseley Group,

her head, so Emilie

be fine just

Yvette interrupted her, “I slapped

I refuse

that, Yvette no longer looked at Lance and passed

“You… slut!”

twisted in anger.

domineering, but this was the first time

she looked

if Emilie cut Yvette into pieces,

humiliation Emilie suffered.

you hear what that slut said? She slapped me, but

Call her back, and I

at Yvette’s thin back with gloominess

said in a cold

Lance was not biased toward Yvette, so Emilie thought

care about Yvette.

and said with a sinister look, “I will find someone to

“Emilie!”

Lance narrowed his

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