Chapter 242 Who Are You to Question Me?

Yvette had been waiting at home.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, Lance still had not come home.

She had no choice but to call Frankie. Frankie told her that Lance had returned to Serenity Villa. If anything came up, she could go to Serenity Villa for Lance.

She had not been to Serenity Villa since they got a divorce.

As time passed, Yvette thought about it and decided to go to Serenity Villa for Lance.

Before she went out, she took a bath and opened the cupboard. When she wanted to get clothes to wear, she saw a white lace dress in the corner.

Ellen gave this to Yvette when she learned about the latter's divorce, saying that it could help Yvette get another man.

She had never worn it because the dress was so revealing.

After hesitating for a while, she took it and put it on.

When she arrived at Serenity Villa, she was still wondering if the security would not let her enter. After all, this place had nothing to do with her now.

Unexpectedly, the security guard showed a warm attitude toward her when he saw her. He called her Mrs. Wolseley several times and welcomed her in.

The security guard also said to Yvette, "Mrs. Wolseley, we're informed that we must let you go as long as you come."

Yvette did not know what to say after hearing this.

She entered the villa.

It was still the familiar face recognition door lock at the entrance.

Yvette tried to move her face closer, and the door actually opened with the sound of a ding.

She felt quite surprised. They had been divorced for so long, but Lance still hadn't deleted her face record.

Yet, on second thought, he had so many properties, so he must have forgotten to delete them.

After all, if he was to remarry, given the Wolseley family's assets, he wouldn't move to Serenity Villa with his new wife. He would definitely live elsewhere.

She went upstairs as usual. There were no lights everywhere except for the bedroom.

Yvette went over and just wanted to knock on the door when she saw Lance through the slot in the door. He was standing by the balcony and smoking, still dressed in a suit. It looked like he had just finished working.

Maybe because of the vague moonlight, she found that he looked rather tired and lonely.

Lonely?

It didn't seem to match him.

Lance spat out a puff of smoke. He slowly turned around. When he saw her,

because Frankie had already reported

happy because if not for Ellen,

"Hmph!" she snorted.

her bestie. Never had she cared so much

thought of this, his gaze

was already standing here and did not hesitate

and

and stayed quiet

me save Ellen?"

Even if she went to Jamie, she would not be able to convince him,

Lance's thin lips twitched.

raised her request

only required to meet Jamie before, yet now she needed him to help save

raised his eyebrows. "Yes, but why

by step, raised her face, and put her slender arms

you what you want in return,

didn't respond when he

so she just went all out and unbuttoned her

knew that Yvette

help her, so she came back

was so terrifyingly

have to take it just because you give this

curled his lips, his dark eyes glistening with mockery,

hedged and as her body was exposed to

relaxed a little, she would

she heard Lance's humiliation, she just

was exposed in front

her to dress so boldly. His breath became

could no

felt ashamed of

was the first time she had dressed in this

Lance left no room for negotiation. He made it clear that

tightly.

was grabbed

violently pulled open her coat and her hot body just came

cover her body but her hands were restrained and she couldn't move at

let go of

her eyes turned red and her

anger. He said fiercely, "You want me to release you so that you can beg another man

words just implied that

trembled with anger and sobbed, "You are crazy!

chin tightly and forced her to raise

you begged Charlie and he refused to help you? How many times did you have sex

crazy jealousy made the man's

he was burning with rage as he thought

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