Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 139

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 139 We Are Done

Frankie signaled for the bodyguard to stop and then looked at Lance, waiting for his instructions.

Yazmin seemed to see an opportunity. Her eyes were bloodshot. She cried, “Lance, will you be so cruel to me? I saved your life before!”

Yazmin was gambling. She did not believe that Lance was so ruthless.

Yazmin thought, what did he mean that he had repaid me? Is that all?

Yazmin decided she would use the debt he owed her to hold Lance hostage for a lifetime so that he would never be able to get rid of her.

Sure enough, Lance stopped. He turned around and walked towards her step by step.

Then, he squatted down in front of her. His slender and beautiful fingers held her hand that was holding the knife. He said softly, “Don’t be like this.”

In an instant, Yazmin was moved to tears.

Yazmin thought, I’ve won. I’ve won!

Yazmin knew that Lance looked cold but was affectionate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken care of her for

so long.

She felt like getting a lost treasure, which was lost and gained again..

Yazmin sobbed and said, “Lance, I knew it. You won’t ignore me.”

All she wanted to do now was to throw away the fruit knife and hug Lance affectionately.

However, Lance held her hand tightly with such force as if he was crushing her hand.

It was so painful that Yazmin’s face changed. She wanted to struggle, but her other hand was injured by

Lance and had no strength.

She trembled and reminded him, “Lance, you hurt me…”

Lance acted as if he did not hear it. He took her hand and moved the hilt less than one inch up. Then he said

slowly. “The position just now wasn’t a major artery. You won’t die. You have to cut it here, understand?”

In a split second, Yazmin’s body shook violently.

For the first time, Yazmin experienced a terrifying fear, as if she would die in his hands in the next second.

The dark side of Lance’s angel face was as terrifying as a devil!

“Why don’t you cut it now?

“Do you want me to help you?” Lance said in a gloomy tone, looking at her expressionlessly.

Then, Lance held her hand and aimed it at the fatal place. He pressed her thumb down.

Yazmin trembled. She was scared to death.

“No, no, Lance, let go.”

Lance narrowed his eyes. He did not loosen his hands at all. Every word he uttered sounded terrifying.

“Aren’t you going to die?”

The knife cut through the skin on the surface, and the blood flowed along the hilt to Yazmin’s nails, then to

her arms.

“Ah, don’t, don’t…”

Yazmin trembled violently. She felt like her soul was about to shatter.

“Save me! Save me! Frankie, save me!”

Just now, Yazmin resisted being taken away by Frankie, but now she only wanted Frankie to take her away

immediately.

At least she could still live in the asylum and had a chance to come out.

In Lance’s hand, however, her blood would probably be drained in the next second.

Frankie saw that it was about time and quickly walked to Lance’s side. “Mr. Wolseley, leave it to me.”

With a fierce fling, Lance threw Yazmin onto the ground.

Yazmin shook terribly. She had no strength at all. She felt like she had just survived a disaster.

Lance took a wet towel and slowly wiped the dirt off his hands.

He looked coldly at Yazmin, who was like a homeless dog. In a cold voice, he said, “When I catch Emilie, if I find out that you are related, I will make you live a life worse than death in the mental hospital.”

After that, he turned around and left.

After a full five minutes, Yazmin burst into tears, and the hatred in her eyes surged out uncontrollably.

Yazmin thought, how come Lance treated me like this for that bitch?

Did he think that a mental hospital could trap me inside?

When I come out, I will not let them have a good time.

The hatred in Yazmin’s eyes was as terrifying as a poisonous scorpion.

She was shouting silently in her heart, Lance! You will regret it!

In the ward.

Yvette looked at her right hand quietly. She wanted to hold it tightly but was unable to apply any strength.

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The nurse looked at Yvette, and her nose stung. She comforted Yvette, “Although your hand doesn’t have too much strength, you can still hold a pen and write. It’s just that you can’t hold a pen for a long time. You may feel your hand is too weak to do so…”

The nurse found that Yvette seemed to care about her right hand very much. The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. Finally, she soothed Yvette, “During the rehabilitation period, you can try to use your left

hand.”

After the nurse left, Yvette was still looking at her hand.