Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 2

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 2 His Ruthlessness

Lance’s beautiful eyes did not reveal any emotion. Marvin’s words did not attract hist

attention.

Yvette had always been gentle, and she was not a jealous woman.

As long as Yvette behaved herself, Lance would treat her well.

In the elevator…

Yvette looked up, not wanting her tears to fall, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes and quickly disappeared into her ears.

She thought that two years was long enough to win Lance’s love, and Lance would find out how good she was.

But all of this was just Yvette’s wishful thinking.

It turned out that no matter how hard Yvette tried, she was not as good as Lance’s ex,

who had returned.

When the elevator door opened, Yvette had returned to normal, but her face was pale.

Yvette dragged herself to the break room, wanting to make a cup of coffee to sober herself up.

The chatting of a few employees inside entered Yvette’s ears.

“Have you seen the news? Yazmin has returned.”

“Who is she?”

“You don’t know? Yazmin’s father is the president of the Myers Group, and Yazmin is a senior designer. The key is that she is the only girlfriend that our president has acknowledged. I heard that she is Mr. Wolseley’s first girlfriend.”

“Isn’t it rumored that Mr. Wolseley and Yvette have an affair?”

“Yvette? At most, she’s just Mr. Wolseley’s sex partner. Mr. Wolseley has never acknowledged her. Yvette is so proud. She thinks she will be Mrs. Wolseley. How stupid!”

Yvette curled her lips and smiled sarcastically, feeling that anyone could see better than

her.

Yvette was the only one who was confused.

“Ahem, have you woken up

from

your dream?”

A mocking voice came from behind. The one who came in was Lance’s cousin, Emilie Thackeray. She had always been at odds with Yvette.

Emilie must have heard the gossip of the employees.

Yvette did not want to have a conflict with Emilie in the company and turned to leave, but Emilie blocked her path.

Emilie held the coffee she just made and said with a mean face, “Now that Yazmin is back. Do you think Lance will sleep with a lowly good–for–nothing like you?”

Seeing Yvette ignore her, Emilie continued to ridicule her.

“Do you need me to introduce some old men to you? Anyway, you are good in bed. It

doesn’t matter whom you sleep with.”

Yvette’s hands, which were hanging by her sides, were secretly clenched. She said coldly, “This is the company, not a brothel. Ms. Thackeray, if you want to do business, you should go somewhere else.”

“You…”

Yvette was indirectly scolding her for being a prostitute.

Emilie’s expression changed.

She suddenly splashed the hot coffee on Yvette.

Yvette did not expect Emilie to be so crazy. Yvette hurriedly reached out. The hot coffee was poured on her arm. Her snow–white skin instantly turned red.

and angrily rebuked, “What

many employees watching the

even more proud.

you think that others don’t know that you are just a bastard? Your mother just casually slept with a man and

you…”

“Bang!”

interrupted by

had never expected that Yvette, who had always been tolerant of

a loss for

a while, Emilie grimaced and said, “How dare you hit me?”

“I’m teaching

but she would not allow anyone

her mother was a very gentle person, not

anger. As Lance’s cousin, she had long been used

the first time she received such a head–on

“You slut!”

palm high,

and grabbed Emilie’s

not move.

Yvette. Emilie was like

and cursed, “Who do you think you are? You are

are worse than a

more and more

“Stop!”

behind them. Lance had just come out of the office and saw

this farce.

an instant, the lounge went quiet.

was a little afraid of him. Lance was strict,

to restrain herself when

unyielding. Half of her cheeks were red as she said with a sobbing tone, “Lance, look at Yvette. She is

crazy.”

the window, casting a shadow on Lance’s handsome face.

the urge to cry because of the pain of being wronged and being

her

deeply. “Ms. Thiel,

a wall, blocking Yvette from

surroundings were

alone. Her figure

told her not to throw

not allow

knew that and understood

moment, Yvette wanted to ask if Lance had heard

with Emilie.

wondered if she was just Lance’s plaything.

Lance arrived, but a few bold ones stood not far away, waiting to see what would happen.

gaze sent chills down

the overflowing grief, and

Wolseley Group, I

head, so Emilie raised her chin proudly. “Humph!

just because you

Yvette interrupted her, “I slapped you in my own

I refuse

longer looked at

“You… slut!”

twisted in anger.

being domineering, but this was the first time she was humiliated by

she looked down on.

Yvette into pieces, it would not be able

humiliation Emilie suffered.

that slut said? She slapped me,

and I will slap her

back

in a

woman. Lance was not biased toward

didn’t care

look, “I will find someone to tear

“Emilie!”

Lance narrowed his

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