Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 6 Well-Matched

He held his waist and crawled up in a sorry state, his face full of grievance. “Ms. Thiel wants to befriend me on Line, but I didn’t agree. I didn’t expect her to be so angry that she poured juice on me.

Yvette was speechless.

It turned out that both men and women could be Angelic bitch.

Max lowered his eyes, his face full of affection. “Ellen, I don’t want to let you down, so I can only refuse Ms. Thiel…”

Yvette retched.

Max’s words were interrupted.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Continue.”

Yvette covered her mouth, her face full of innocence. She really felt unwell and wanted to vomit!

Max’s face was full of anger. After being interrupted, he had to say, “Ellen, you have to believe me.”

“Max,” Ellen said with a smile, “you’re so silly.”

Max’s face was full of pride. He had tried this trick many times before. No matter how deep their friendship was, it meant nothing in

front of a man.

In his eyes, Ellen was just a stupid woman.

Max stretched out his hands to hug Ellen, but before he could get close to Ellen, he felt a sharp pain in his crotch.

Ellen bent her knees, accurately and ruthlessly giving him a fatal blow.

Max immediately curled up like a shrimp in an oil pan, grimacing in pain, unable to utter a word.

“Do you know why I said you are stupid?”

Ellen looked down at Max with disdain. “You said that Yve wanted to befriend you on Line! How absurd!”

“Ellen, didn’t you say that we are fated? But you don’t believe me now, I’m so sad.”

Max endured the heart-wrenching pain and tried to save the situation. He still did not want to give up on Ellen. After all, Ellen was the best woman he had dated.

She was young, beautiful, and rich.

The most important thing was that he had not had her yet.

narrowed her eyes and stomped on Max’s leather

only know me for a month, but you want to drive

“Dream it!”

of the playa, Ellen was no longer in the mood to eat there. She held Yvette’s shoulder and said, “Babe, let’s go. I’ll take you to another restaurant. The

his expression looked icy. He thought

them suffer.

another restaurant. It was a very famous high-end exotic restaurant in

I just heard that he

finished speaking, Ellen interrupted

explain. I know that he must have done something despicable to

out. Otherwise, I would

Yvette and hesitated for a moment and couldn’t help but ask,

to do?”

what Ellen was asking about. She stirred the soup with a spoon, and the corners of her

leave the Wolseley

really thought it through? What are you going to do?” Ellen

I want to try to be a broadcaster. Grandma said before that she wanted to see me on TV. Now

want her to hear

calmly. Her face which was slightly tilted to one side

the woman Lance loved the most had returned, she

sensible and

was very happy that Yvette could make a decision. After all, Lance had a complex relationship, and Ellen was very afraid

time ago. You served Lance every day. It’s unfair! You are beautiful and capable. You used to be a radio station commander in college. When you leave

to say as she was afraid of hurting her. Now that Yvette had finally thought it through, Ellen was truly happy

you were in university, everybody said you and

a little surprised. “He has been

you pay attention to Charlie’s Twitter? He’s a new favorite in the investment industry now

was on Lance. She had lost contact with all of her

Ellen.

Although he was admitted into college two years earlier than you, he was really good to

was very

feel that Charlie took care of her as she was a freshman while he was the president of a student

stupid, so she did not say

Yvette could

something happened to his family, and the two were separated by

Jamie had a good relationship, so after Jamie returned,

smile froze on her face for a second, and she looked

Ellen, Don’t live like this. Jamie is going

knew that Ellen hooked up with many men to forget

want to watch her best friend hurt

did not want to mention the past, so she smiled and raised her glass, “I don’t