“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”
“You’d rather submit to force than accept my request, huh?” Wyatt slapped Yvonne across her face and pulled her hair roughly.
Yvonne let out a pained cry, and Wyatt became more excited. The old witch had been tormenting him these past few days—his dignity had been thrown to the ground and stepped on over and over again.
At that moment, he felt like he had gotten his pride as a man back.
“Looks like the last CEO didn’t get it on with you, hmm? Well, I’ll be happy to take that opportunity!”
Wyatt felt so powerful that he did not care about the consequences. He was the CEO of York Enterprise, what was the worst that could happen from sleeping with a secretary?
Yvonne kept struggling, and her screams echoed throughout the office.
Wendy Sorell was on her way to the office to report her progress after handling her matters at the main hall. She heard Yvonne’s screams and rushed to the office, swinging open the door. She gasped at the sight before her.
He had almost gotten his prey, but now it was gone. Wyatt was seething.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Wyatt Johnson, the York family has not replied yet! If your election documents turn out to be fabricated, you know the consequences.” Yvonne had regained her footing, and stood in front of Wendy protectively.
Wyatt chuckled maliciously. “You’re threatening me? I can have you killed anytime I want!”
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