Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 315 Draw a Clear Line Between Us

When Lance came out of the police station, he looked down with a deep frown.

“Mr. Wolseley, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Frankie asked.

“Get in the car first.” Lance’s thin lips were ghastly pale.

After Lance got into the car, he lay in the back seat. He rubbed his temples with his clean and slender fingers. Clearly, he was in pain.

“I need medicine…”

Frankie was stunned at first. But then, he immediately took out the painkiller from the central control table and put it in the bottle cap. Then, he handed the bottle of water and the pill over.

Lance took the pill and swallowed it expressionlessly. He then stretched out his hand and said, “I need three.”

Frankie hesitated and said, “Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Beckford said that you could only take two pills at a time. This pill is specially made. If you eat too much, it will damage your nerves.”

Lance frowned. “Give me the pill.”

“But…”

Lance frowned more and said unhappily, “How about I let you be Juliette’s assistant?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley.”

Frankie knew that he shouldn’t have argued with Lance, so he hurriedly apologized and handed over the medicine.

After Lance ate the pill, he slightly closed his eyes, leaning against the back of the seat.

When Lance thought of the scene of Yvette being held by Stephen just now, his head hurt so much.

The violent emotions made Lance want to cut off Stephen’s hand.

But Lance’s reason told him that he couldn’t do that.

Lance couldn’t do anything that Yvette did not like him to do.

Otherwise, Lance would only push Yvette further and further away.

Lance was too afraid that Yvette would disappear without letting him know again.

Only Lance and Lance’s psychiatrist knew how Lance had been through these five years.

If Lance had not used medicine, he would not have been able to sleep peacefully.

Lance wouldn’t give up.

As long as Yvette was still single, Lance would still have a chance, wouldn’t he?

Even if Yvette really got married one day, Lance thought he might snatch the bride at Yvette’s wedding.

Anyway, Lance didn’t want things to become irreparable.

The car was moving slowly.

Lance frowned and asked, “Is Yvette out?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley. I don’t know either.”

just sent Lance to the

want to hear any news about Yvette at

said coldly, “Check where she is

“Yes, Mr. Wolseley.”

his forehead was covered in sweat. He lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Lynn is still detained in

and asked calmly, “What

Lynn of drugging

fist and said

“Yes, Mr. Wolseley.”

drove

as Lance and Frankie entered the hall, Frankie saw Stephen, who was

had been in for a

not know what was going

now, and Stephen’s connections were not in New

raised his chin. He sneered, “Now, do

did not give Stephen a

later, Yvette’s

so

also repeated what she remembered

of the other party was clear, and Yvette’s fingerprints were also detected on the paper

Yvette was also confused.

could Yvette possibly drug others while the paper bag actually had her fingerprints?

this time, the door of the interrogation room was pushed

“Ms. Lynn’s lawyer is

police. Daily new chapters upload Only On NovelsReads(dot)com Then, Yvette could be bailed out. But before the matter was clear, Yvette still couldn’t leave

the lawyer with very good eloquence

walked outside, another gentleman in

gentleman said, “Hello, are you Ms. Lynn? I am your lawyer hired

look at the lawyer who had just

smiled and said, “Ms. Lynn, I am the

stunned for

legal lawyer

just misunderstood

Lance actually spared no

time, a low male voice

You don’t have to

her head in surprise and saw Lance.

complicated in her heart when

Yvette had come out, and

hall was low. Stephen immediately put his coat on

Lance clench his fists

Yvette thanked

helped her. Yvette thought she still

you don’t have to thank

magnetic. And it was also very hoarse because

his

else noticed Lance’s small

Lance chuckled with self–mockery.

that one day, he would become so careful

Yvette did not reject him, it didn’t

ask Stephen, “Stephen, have you bought me a

“Yes.”

spoke, he took out a folded phone that was the same as Yvette’s

and clicked on it for