Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 154

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 154 I Will Definitely Earn It!

The customer information was absolutely confidential.

That was why Yvette was so surprised when she saw Marcus.

Marcus was not surprised when he saw her. After all, the teacher’s information had to be checked by the customer in advance.

He was dressed smartly as if he had just had a video conference.

After Yvette recovered from her shock, she felt she was being rude. She hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly.

“Mr. Wolseley, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Marcus said unhurriedly, “So you want to?”

Yvette was rendered speechless by his words, unable to speak.

Marcus saw her startled expression and pinched his eyebrows. He explained, “I was just joking.”

Yvette twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled awkwardly.

She really wanted to remind him not to joke around anymore. It sounded like a leader reprimanding his subordinate.

Marcus said, “Sit down.”

Yvette sat down as instructed.

Marcus asked again, “Have you read Joseph’s information?”

Yvette shook her head. The student’s information could only be read by the selected teachers. That was to say, only when Marcus was satisfied with her would she be able to get the student’s information.

Marcus did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. “Joseph has been spoiled by me. He has a bad temper and loves to mess with people. This year, you are the ninth teacher. I have no objections to you, but the premise is that you can tame him.”

He used the word “tame”, and coupled with the hesitation of the team leader before she came, Yvette could already imagine that Joseph was a troublesome child.

Yvette thought for a moment and asked, “Did he hit someone?”

Marcus raised his eyebrows and seemed to be a little surprised by her question. “He doesn’t hit women.”

“That’s fine.” Yvette let out a sigh.

Marcus spoke in a clear voice, “You can meet first.”

He turned around and instructed the servant, “Let Joseph come down.”

The servant went up the stairs and soon came down again. He said timidly, “Mr. Wolseley wants the teacher

Get Botus

to go up.”

“Tell him to come down right now.” Marcus frowned.

The servant went to send a message again, but he still returned alone.

“Ms. Thiel, please wait a moment,” Marcus said with a darkened face.

As he spoke, he stood up as if she wanted to go upstairs.

Yvette knew what he was gonna do and said, “I’ll go with you.”

It was getting late, and she had to go home after seeing Joseph.

When they went upstairs, the door was not closed. Marcus knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

Seeing Joseph look disheveled, Marcus said in a low voice, “Put on your clothes and see the teacher.”

Joseph saw that it was Marcus and slowly got up. He then put on a red sleeveless T-shirt, revealing two

arms.

Then, Marcus nodded at Yvette. Yvette walked in sideways. The room was punk-style, and she could see the

blue-haired child in the middle at a glance.

Joseph didn’t look like a child though. He looked particularly flamboyant, and he had charming slanted eyes,

similar to Yvette’s eyes.

However, Yvette’s eyes looked cuter. Joseph’s eyes, however, were sharp and ruthless. He was not easy to

deal with.

Joseph was about 6 feet tall. He did not look like a child at all.

Most of the senior students were around 17 or 18 years old. Joseph repeated a grade, so he was already an

adult.

Yvette nodded at him and smiled, “Hello, I’m Yvette Thiel. You can call me…”

“Yvette, right?” Joseph said and yawned. He glanced at Marcus and said disdainfully, “Are you looking for a

teacher or a mother for me? She is a bit small-breasted compared to previous ones. Have you changed your

taste?”

He wanted to humiliate Yvette.

Marcus scolded in a deep voice, “What are you talking about? She’s Ms. Thiel.”

“Oh, Ms. Thiel.”

Joseph drawled lazily. He didn’t show any respect and tried to tease her.

Yvette didn’t mind and replied, “Joseph, hi.”

Joseph saw that Yvette was very calm. She was neither anxious nor humble, making him angry.

He sneered, “Ms. Thiel must have taken a fancy to my father when you came to apply for the job, right? Don’t