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

the security guards beside him and said coldly, “What are

guards held Emilie’s arm

making

“Stop!”

there was a shout from upstairs. Emilie’s mother, Rosa Wolseley, rushed down and

security guard.

blind? How dare

her mother had come, she

because of

Yvette. She had heard that Yvette

became familiar.

followed behind and went downstairs. Seeing the mess, he knocked on the ground heavily

walking stick.

“Mr. Wolseley, you have to defend us. An outsider is in charge of your

pinched her daughter. Emilie immediately understood and cried out

looked really pitiful.

“Stop crying!”

face was gloomy. Emilie was so scared that she forcefully suppressed her

suddenly became

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

bully her!”

in a deep voice. His voice was aged but

concisely, “She

only then that Jaiden saw that Yvette’s hair was still stained with juice, and

a little

it and continued, “She must have provoked Emilie.

slut deserves it!”

Emilie finished speaking, Lance’s eyes turned cold as he looked over. Emilie instantly hid

Rosa.

his walking stick and pointed mercilessly at Rosa and Emilie. “You, and youl Get out of

These two idiots didn’t know what was good for

Yvette. Jaiden

knocked his walking stick on the ground

believe her ears, Jaiden had always been easygoing toward

never been so angry.

beg for mercy, but she was already dragged out by the

thirty seconds, the two were thrown out by the security

was

ached for her. “Yvette,

“Grandpa, I’m fine.”

and change your clothes.

old mansion, Jaiden had prepared new clothes of all seasons

clothes, Yvette went downstairs

to her. There were steaks. Lance remembered that she liked it, so

did not notice it

thought of Emilie saying that Lance

didn’t he bring

a while, Yvette thought that it

and he seemed to not care about

Yazmin. It was a matter of time

she was thinking, she suddenly felt someone

“Ouch!”

help but call

Lance was gracefully picking up the soup and taking a sip. He had moved

from her leg.

doing?

and her

put down his fork and asked