Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 48

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 48 Die Together

Fortunately, Yvette’s hand touched the ground first and supported the body, so Yvette did not fall.

“You are Lance’s wife?”

A slightly aged voice came from above Yvette’s head.

Yvette looked up and saw a sixty–year–old woman sitting in the armchair in front of her. The woman’s face was cold. She was dressed luxuriously.

Just as Yvette was about to speak, a strong wind blew over.

Bang.

Yvette was slapped viciously on both cheeks.

The woman had slapped Yvette very hard.

Almost instantly, Yvette’s cheeks swelled.

“You actually ignored Mrs. Naegele’s question. You are so rude!”

Emilie blew on her red hand and said with a sinister smile. She looked at Yvette viciously.

Yvette’s eyes were filled with anger. She stood up and wanted to hit Emilie.

But before Yvette could do anything, the servant behind her suddenly lifted her knee and kicked her

leg.

Yvette was attacked off guard and directly pounced forward.

Bang.

The porcelain vase on the bench in front of Yvette fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

“Oh my god!” Emilie shrieked and pointed at Yvette. “Bitch, you broke Mrs. Naegele’s favorite

antique vase.”

“It wasn’t me.” Yvette frowned.

Emilie sneered, “There are so many people watching here. How dare

you

lie?”

“If she hadn’t kicked me, I wouldn’t have knocked down that vase.” Yvette pointed at the maid. beside her with a calm expression.

Yvette felt that Emilie had come prepared, so she could not panic.

The servant said in surprise, “Miss, I don’t know you at all. How can you frame me? You tripped yourself when you tried to hit Ms. Thackeray,”

“Right. Right,” another maid echoed.

Emilie sneered, “With so many people watching, you still dare to lie. Capture her. Beat her until she admits it!”

hold Yvette as

illusion. She felt that

Emilie know about my

But now,

time to

“Don’t touch me!”

the servant’s hand. Her almond–shaped eyes narrowed slightly. Yvette said fiercely, “I am the daughter–in–law of the Wolseley family! I am a guest at today’s banquet. How would you

the critical moment, the identity of the Wolseley family’s

paused and hesitated.

this vase. Even if I did, I would be able to pay ten times its price! If you beat me, you’re going against the Wolseley family. Can you

as expected, the two servants were scared. They

Naegele, who was

rosewood bracelet in her hand. But there

“What are you doing? You are so rude! No wonder Lance didn’t take

me before.

discipline you on behalf of Lance. I will let you

that, Veronica blinked

years and had done

instantly collapsed and knelt on

swung her hand and hit Yvette hard on

Yvette felt her head

said, “Don’t move.”

Veronica. Her eyes were filled with

at all. This bitch tricked Lance

Yvette’s ragged skirt like a wolf

Her skirt is broken. Maybe she has done something disgusting with others at the banquet. You have to help

into a line as she snapped, “You’re shameless! How dare you do such a thing at the birthday banquet of Lance’s great–grandfather! Beat her hard!”

With that said.

over a long wooden stick. It was as thick as an arm and was stained with blood. It was unknown how

“Are you guys crazy? You want to

Yvette could withstand such a thick stick, the

say anything. But Emilie could not wait any longer and pointed at Yvette, “Hurry up and hit her. Hit her

planned for a long time. She first let

he wished.

Veronica. Veronica was partial to

a lesson. Emilie just had

a surprise. This little

It was great!

corpse and two lives. That was

not believe that the Wolseley family would blame Veronica.

give the servants some money and let them take the

two servants were used to this and were about

“You deliberately hurt people. You will be sent

jail!”

her bad manners were just excuses.

people in this room clearly wanted to frame

the result would not

if 1 have done something wrong, you should inform Lance. You

me or not.!”

“Humph!”

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