Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 239

Chapter 239 What's the Point of Putting On Airs?

"Such a shameless girl," the woman holding Lance's arm sneered.

She was one of the barmaids working at Royal Club. Before these women entered the private room, the manager had reminded them that these people here tonight are real bigwigs of the city. They could not afford to make any mistakes.

The moment she walked in, she noticed Lance, the most impressive and handsome man in the room.

But his cold manner held off all the barmaids.

She thought there was no hope for her either.

Unexpectedly, when the party was about to be over, she was luckily called out by Lance and left with him.

It was impossible that she would let a girl who appeared abruptly from nowhere take Lance away.

The woman smiled, "Let's be reasonable. He is mine tonight as I came earlier than you. Wait for your own chance, okay?"

Yvette had no makeup and looked innocent. The woman thought she was just a college girl trying to hook up with a rich man.

What a pretender!

She looked at Yvette with disdain. These college girls were not necessarily nobler than her.

Lance glanced at Yvette, refraining from pulling her up.

He didn't use much strength just now. How could she still fall?

Lance stood still, and his dark eyes seemed unfathomable.

Seeing this, Frankie quickly bent down and helped Yvette up.

It wasn't that Yvette was deliberately waiting for someone's help. She had stood for hours in the cold wind, and her legs had become too numb to get up.

After standing up with Frankie's help, Yvette didn't want to waste time and anxiously looked at Lance, "I've come for Ellen. I need your help."

Yvette ignored the woman's ridicule. Self-esteem was not the thing she cared about. Ellen was more important now.

"I don't have time."

Lance refused straightly with no hesitation.

He was mad at her.

Lance knew Yvette had called Frankie, and Frankie had made obvious hints. Last night, Lance had waited for her at the company until three o'clock.

But Yvette never showed up.

She came to Marcus first, though Marcus wasn't able to help her.

She only thought of him when she had no other choice.

How could he not be mad at her?

around and get in

made Yvette

she couldn’t give up or who knew how Ellen would

as she pleaded, "Lance, please let me

eyes and said mockingly, "Why do you come to me? Are we

seemed to remind her that he had said he

face turned pale as she said, "Lance, I know you are angry, but this is urgent. I have no

does it

straight ahead and ordered

still. Her heart was as cold as the

feeling of

squatted down and put her arms around her knees, not wanting others to see

past 1 am, and there was no one at the entrance of Royal

car, Lance's

for a second and asked, nMr.

was dark and cold, and it was not safe for

woman who got in the car with Lance said under the influence of alcohol, "Is your assistant a

He said in

pulled over. Without waiting for Lance to order, he got out of the car and opened the

"Miss, please get off."

go. It was not easy for her to

sweet voice,

leaned on Lance

voice was icy and

chilling sense in the two-words sentence

got off

in vain. Frankie paid

getting in the car again, Frankie did not start the car immediately. Instead, he looked

Lance ordered, "Drive back."

legs were numb from squatting. She didn't know who she could

Bentley appeared in front

window slowly went down, and Lance's handsome face was immersed in

"Get in."

did not hesitate. But she was so hurried that her numb legs couldn't move as quickly

"Ouch..."

knelt at Lance's feet, her

posture, plus Yvette's bewildered face, was lovable

Lance's eyes flickered.

atmosphere in the car suddenly

embarrassed. She quickly got up and sat straight

through the dark

didn't speak. He seemed tired. He rested his hand on the forehead

dare to disturb him and

car stopped at

instructed Frankie, his

was about to

now was not just letting

"Lance!"

called out. Lance opened his eyes

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