Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 13 Taking Revenge for His Wife

“Lance, this bitch said that you were together. Is she crazy? It is too dangerous to keep such a lunatic in the

company. Lance, quickly fire her.”

Hearing this, Lance suddenly stopped.

They were together.

He pursed his lips. The depression that had accumulated for the entire afternoon seemed to have

disappeared.

“Yvette.” Lance raised his eyebrows slightly and looked charming when he looked at Yvette. “Did you say

that?”

“Yes.”

Yvette bit her lips and replied, feeling that she should not have been so impulsive.

She regretted what she just said.

There were only two days before the divorce. Lance would never cause trouble for himself and admit their

relationship.

*See, Lance, she admitted it…”

Halfway through her words, Emilie suddenly stopped. She saw Lance put his suit on Yvette’s shoulder.

Even Yvette did not expect that not only did Lance not get angry, but he also seemed to be somewhat happy.

She felt that she must have been wrong.

Yvette was tall among the girls, but Lance’s suit was still too big for her. The suit couldn’t cover her beautiful

breasts, which had juice on them.

Lance swallowed hard. When he looked aside, he reached out and buttoned the top button of his suit.

His fingers were slender and beautiful. His motion was practiced and ambiguous. Yvette couldn’t help but

flush, and her heart was beating wildly.

“Lance!” The untimely scream ruined the atmosphere.

Emilie glared at Yvette. “This shameless bitch wants to seduce you. Don’t be fooled by her!”

Lance turned around and a chilling coldness flashed across his eyes. “Throw her out.”

Emilie was stunned.

What?

Throw her out!

“Lance, are you serious?”

Emilie’s tone was a bit uncertain. She felt that Lance wanted to throw that bitch out, but he made a mistake

when he spoke.

The security guards had long wanted to throw Emilie out. They surrounded Emilie and said, “Ms. Thackeray, please.

“Don’t touch me!” Emilie shook off the security guards’ hands, her face full of disbelief. “Lance, how could you treat me like this for that bitch?”

the colder

beside him and

guards held Emilie’s arm

hard, crying and making a fuss, but she couldn’t break

“Stop!”

a shout from upstairs. Emilie’s mother, Rosa Wolseley,

security guard.

you blind? How dare you touch

had come, she instantly became domineering again.

of

had a bit of an impression of Yvette. She had heard that Yvette had saved Jaiden before,

became familiar.

went downstairs. Seeing the mess, he knocked on

walking stick.

Jaiden coming down, she immediately complained, “Mr. Wolseley, you have to defend us. An outsider is in charge of your home and bullying

pinched her daughter. Emilie immediately understood and cried out of breath.

looked really pitiful.

“Stop crying!”

so scared that she forcefully

became much

look good and quickly said, “Lance, Emilie is your cousin. You can’t help an

bully her!”

in a deep voice. His voice was aged but

said concisely, “She splashed

then that Jaiden saw that Yvette’s

became a

notice it and continued, “She must

deserves it!”

Lance’s eyes turned cold as he

Rosa.

walking stick and pointed mercilessly at

that his hands were trembling. These two idiots didn’t know what

dared to bully Yvette. Jaiden didn’t want

his walking stick on the ground and ordered, “Don’t let

her ears, Jaiden had always been easygoing toward the

never been so angry.

for mercy, but she was

than thirty seconds, the two were thrown

house was quiet

ached for her. “Yvette,

“Grandpa, I’m fine.”

and change your clothes. Don’t

new clothes of all seasons and a room

her clothes, Yvette went downstairs to have dinner

next to her. There were steaks. Lance remembered that she liked it, so he got a piece for

not notice it and absent-mindedly looked at

saying that

he

Yvette thought that it might be

was very strange today, and he seemed to not care about exposing the relationship between

that she was thinking too much. Emilie was close to Yazmin. It was a matter of time before Emilie knew

suddenly felt

“Ouch!”

help but call out

soup and taking a sip.

from her leg.

doing? Was he

and her

down his fork and asked