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.

eyes and stomped on Max’s

a month, but you want to drive a wedge between us. We’re friends for seven

“Dream it!”

Yvette’s shoulder and said, “Babe, let’s go. I’ll take you to another restaurant. The air here has been polluted

face was distorted, and his expression looked icy. He

them suffer.

Yvette had changed to another restaurant. It was a very famous high-end exotic

ordering. Yvette said, “Ellen, I just heard that he wanted

she finished speaking, Ellen

explain. I know that he must have done something despicable to make you act so rough. After all,

you found out. Otherwise, I would be at a disadvantage if

them ate for a while. Ellen looked at Yvette and hesitated for

to do?”

with

leave the

really thought it through? What are you going to do?” Ellen looked at Yvette’s

want to try to be a broadcaster. Grandma said before that

want her to hear

face which was slightly tilted to

the woman Lance loved the most had returned, she was no longer of

and make room early and

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

woken up a long 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 the Wolseley Group, you will have a promising

there were many words that Ellen was inappropriate to say as she was afraid of hurting her. Now that Yvette had finally thought it through,

When you were in university, everybody said

was a little surprised. “He has been back,

you pay attention to Charlie’s Twitter? He’s a

Lance. She had lost contact with all of her

Ellen.

back then. Although he was admitted into college two years earlier than you, he was really good to you. I was a

talk nonsense. Charlie was very

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

Yvette was stupid, so she did not say anything else. She smiled and said, “You silly

that Jamie returned!” Yvette could not help but

was Ellen’s fiancé in the past. Later, something happened to his

so after Jamie returned, the

second, and

forget about the past, Ellen, Don’t live like this. Jamie is going to get

that Ellen hooked up with many men to

want to watch

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