Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 122 She Feels Despairing
In the video, there were three burly men with hoods.
Yazmin knelt on the ground, her hair pulled by one of them, and she was forced to face the phone.
Her face, body, and neck were all covered in blood. Her eyes were so swollen that her eyeballs could not be seen. Her mouth was torn because of being slapped. It seemed that she suffered severely.
She cried intermittently, and her voice was hoarse. “Lance, please… save… me… for the sake of me…
saving you once.”
At that moment, it was the most effective method to mention her kindness to Lance. Sure enough, Lance was
hesitant.
Suddenly…
A man with a hood ruthlessly slapped her and scolded, “Stop talking nonsense.”
Yazmin might have been abused for a long time, and she was bleeding more seriously because of the slap,
which was extremely tragic.
Lance’s expression changed instantly, and he looked cold. “You’ll be dead!”
The man wearing the hood seemed to have heard a joke, and he chuckled. They used a voice changer, so the
smile was particularly eerie.
He asked, “This woman said that you are her husband and that you are very rich. Is that true?”
Suddenly, it became silent.
Yvette suddenly reached out and grabbed Lance’s arm. She didn’t know what she was thinking, but she instinctively didn’t want him to admit it.
Lance didn’t look at her. His handsome face looked gloomy. Just as he hesitated for a second, the man in the
hood kicked Yazmin in the stomach.
The blood in Yazmin’s mouth sprayed out.
And her face looked extremely pale.
“Damn it, how dare you lie to me! I’ll beat you to death, you cheap woman!”
The man with the hood raised his leg again and was about to kick, but at the critical moment, Lance said
coldly.
“I am her husband!”
Yvette felt so heartbroken when she heard his reply.
She slowly released her hand, but Lance did not notice it, and he paid all his attention to the phone.
Hearing that, the man with the hood did not continue kicking, and he grinned.
“Okay, give us 1.6 million dollars in cash, otherwise…”
He picked up the dagger and stabbed Yazmin’s wrist. He controlled his strength perfectly, and blood dripped
down.
Yazmin would not die immediately, but she would not be able to hold on for long.
“Whether she can live depends on your speed.”
With just one sentence, he cut off the video.
It was quiet in the car again.
Lance’s expression was solemn as his gaze fell on Yvette’s face.
“Yvette, I…”
Perhaps it was Lance’s gentleness in the past two days that made Yvette confident, so she interrupted him
coldly.
‘Don’t go.”
She was not indifferent, but she felt that it would be more appropriate for professional people to go on such
a dangerous occasion.
Moreover, she vaguely felt that this matter was not that simple.
“We can call the police,” said Yvette.
“It concerns Yazmin’s safety. We can’t call the police.” Lance frowned unhappily.
Those vicious people could do anything.
He could not take this risk.
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