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.
Yvette frowned from the pain and angrily rebuked, “What the hell are you doing?”
It was break time, and there were many employees watching the farce, so Emilie was
even more proud.
Emilie had a mean expression. “What are you proud of? Do you think that others don’t know that you are just a bastard? Your mother just casually slept with a man and had
you…”
“Bang!”
Emilie’s words were interrupted by a crisp slap.
She had never expected that Yvette, who had always been tolerant of her, would hit her.
Emilie was at a loss for what to do.
After a while, Emilie grimaced and said, “How dare you hit me?”
Yvette looked at Emilie coldly. “I’m teaching you how to be polite.”
Yvette had no parents, but she would not allow anyone to slander her parents.
Phoebe told Yvette that her mother was a very gentle person, not like what Emilie said.
Emilie’s face was ashen in anger. As Lance’s cousin, she had long been used to being
flattered. This was the first time she received such a head–on blow.
“You slut!”
Emilie rushed up like crazy and raised her palm high, about to slap Yvette in the face.
Yvette was on guard. She reached out and grabbed Emilie’s wrist so that Emilie could
not move.
Emilie was not as tall as Yvette. Emilie was like an octopus, looking a little funny.
She was furious and cursed, “Who do you think you are? You are just Lance’s toy in bed.
You are worse than a whore!”
Emilie’s words were harsh, and more and more people gathered.
“Stop!”
A low male voice sounded behind them. Lance had just come out of the office and saw
this farce.
In an instant, the lounge went quiet.
“Lance?” Emilie was a little afraid of him. Lance was strict, and Emilie’s mother
reminded her to restrain herself when she saw Lance.
But when Emilie thought about how she was being beaten, she became unyielding. Half of her cheeks were red as she said with a sobbing tone, “Lance, look at Yvette. She is
crazy.”
The sun was shining outside the window, casting a shadow on Lance’s handsome face.
Yvette had the urge to cry because of the pain of being wronged and being scalded on the
back of her hand.
As Yvette’s gazes met Lance’s, Lance frowned deeply. “Ms. Thiel, don’t you remember the regulations of the company?”
Lance’s ruthlessness was like a wall, blocking Yvette from breathing.
The surroundings were quiet.
Yvette stood alone. Her figure was slender but straight.
When she first entered the company, Lance had told her not to throw a tantrum at the
company, and he would not allow her to lose her composure.
Yvette knew that and understood Lance’s position.
But at the moment, Yvette wanted to ask if Lance had heard those words, or if he agreed
with Emilie.
Yvette wondered if she was just Lance’s plaything.
The colleagues who had been watching the farce dispersed after Lance arrived, but a few bold ones stood not far away, waiting to see what would happen.
Lance’s cold gaze sent chills down Yvette’s spine.
She pinched her palm, suppressing the overflowing grief, and bowed her head to Emilie.
“I’m sorry. As an employee of the Wolseley Group, I shouldn’t have hit you.”
Emilie saw Yvette lower her head, so Emilie raised her chin proudly. “Humph! Don’t
think you’ll be fine just because you apologize…”
Before Emilie could finish, Yvette interrupted her, “I slapped you in my own name. As
Yvette, I refuse to apologize.”
After saying that, Yvette no longer looked at Lance and passed by him.
“You… slut!”
Emilie’s face twisted in anger.
Emilie was used to being domineering, but this was the first time she was humiliated by
a woman she looked down on.
Right now, even if Emilie cut Yvette into pieces, it would not be able to offset the
humiliation Emilie suffered.
Emilie said angrily, “Lance, did you hear what that slut said? She slapped me, but she is
so arrogant. Call her back, and I will slap her a hundred times!”
Lance looked at Yvette’s thin back with gloominess in his eyes.
“That’s enough,” Lance said in a cold voice.
Emilie was a vicious woman. Lance was not biased toward Yvette, so Emilie thought
Lance didn’t care about Yvette.
Emilie gritted her teeth and said with a sinister look, “I will find someone to tear her face apart!”
“Emilie!”
Lance narrowed his
eyes.
Emilie felt a chill down her spine.
Lance’s handsome face darkened. “I will not say that again. Put away your evil thoughts
and don’t touch Yvette.”
Emilie was scared by Lance’s terrifying aura, and the vicious moves that had just sprouted in her heart were gone.
She stuttered, “I know…”
Lance glanced coldly at Emilie. As he left, he instructed Frankie, who was behind him,
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