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.

rebuked, “What the hell are you

break time, and there were many employees

even more proud.

of? Do you think that others don’t know that you are just a bastard? Your mother just casually

you…”

“Bang!”

by a crisp

who had always been tolerant of her, would hit

at a loss for what to do.

a while, Emilie grimaced and said, “How dare you

looked at Emilie coldly. “I’m teaching you

not allow anyone to

a very

cousin, she

the first time she received such a head–on

“You slut!”

up like crazy and raised her palm high, about to slap

out and grabbed Emilie’s

not move.

as tall as Yvette. Emilie was like an octopus, looking a little

was furious and cursed, “Who do you think you are? You are just Lance’s toy in

are worse than

words were harsh, and more and more

“Stop!”

sounded behind them. Lance had just come

this farce.

instant, the lounge went quiet.

of him. Lance was strict, and Emilie’s

restrain herself when she saw

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

crazy.”

shining outside the window, casting a shadow

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

of her hand.

deeply. “Ms. Thiel, don’t you remember the regulations of the

a wall, blocking Yvette from breathing.

were

alone. Her figure was

company, Lance had told her not to throw a tantrum

not allow her to lose

knew that and understood Lance’s

ask if Lance had heard those words, or if

with Emilie.

if she was just Lance’s

colleagues who had been watching the farce dispersed after Lance arrived, but a few bold

chills down

pinched her palm, suppressing the overflowing grief, and bowed her head to

Wolseley Group,

Emilie raised her

just because you

could finish, Yvette interrupted her, “I slapped you in my own name.

I refuse

saying that, Yvette no longer looked at Lance

“You… slut!”

twisted

domineering, but this was

she looked

if Emilie cut Yvette into pieces, it would not

humiliation Emilie suffered.

hear what that slut said? She slapped me,

I will slap her a

thin back with

enough,” Lance said in a

woman. Lance was not

care about

and said with a sinister look, “I will find someone to tear her

“Emilie!”

Lance narrowed his

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