Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 He Spits Blood

Lance’s face looked stern.

Marvin was stunned and said, “I want to see what you can do.”

Lance frowned.

“Just be willful like you always do,” Marvin said.

Lance didn’t say a word, and Jamie couldn’t bear to continue listening, so he directly pointed it out.

“He said that Yvette likes you.”

“What the hell?” Marvin was shocked. “Didn’t you know?”

Lance’s lips curled into a mocking smile, which then froze on his face.

“You’re thinking too much. I’m not the person she likes!”

Lance said resolutely, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his glass.

He thought of Yvette’s expression when she confronted him because of Charlie.

Then Lance remembered that Yvette had been having another man in her heart for the past two years.

All of this was like a huge rock weighing upon Lance’s heart, pressing down on him until he could not breathe.

This was a humiliation for Lance!

He wanted to break Yvette and Charlie’s necks.

Marvin was a little dumbfounded. “Yesterday, after you fainted, Yvette cried outside the operating room for three whole hours. When you didn’t wake up, she stayed by the bedside and never left for a minute. She didn’t eat or drink. How could she not like you?”

Lance was moved for a second, but then he immediately denied it.

“I swear the man in Yvette’s heart is you!”

Marvin had been in a serious relationship. He could tell whether a woman liked a man or not.

Lance said coldly, “Your swearing means nothing!”

“You!”

Marvin was so pissed off by Lance. “Let’s make a bet! If I say that something happened to you now, Yvette

will come over immediately. Do you believe me?”

Lance did not comment, his thin lips pursed tightly as he remained silent.

To prove that he was right, Marvin directly took out his phone and called Yvette, saying, “Then let’s settle the

bet. If I win, I want your offshore yacht.”

Marvin had been coveting the yacht for a while, but unfortunately, it was a limited edition that was no longer made.

Lance’s eyes twinkled for a second, but he did not stop Marvin either. “Do whatever you want.”

Soon, the call was picked up.

Marvin’s tone changed instantly, making him the best actor ever. He said anxiously, “Yvette, it’s bad! Lance spat blood and fainted again!”

Over the phone, Yvette had already washed up and gone to bed. When she heard this, her stomach tightened instantly.

Yvette hurriedly asked, “How could this be? Where is he? Did you call an ambulance? Please send him to the hospital. I will be there in a minute.”

Yvette blurted out a bunch of words, and Marvin proudly raised his eyebrows at Lance, indicating that he had

won.

Lance’s frown relaxed for a moment, and he was no longer so intimidating.

Marvin continued to exaggerate. “He drank in the bar until he spat blood. I can see that he was in a bad mood. Come over quickly.”

Yvette had already changed and was about to leave with her hand on the door handle.

But when she heard Marvin’s last sentence, Yvette suddenly stopped.

Yvette assumed that Lance was in a bad mood, most probably because of Yazmin.

They had just agreed that apart from getting the divorce final, they would not see each other. The person Lance wanted to see the most now should be Yazmin.

Marvin urged, “Be careful on your way. I’m waiting for you here.”

He was about to hang up.

“Wait a minute.”

Yvette called out to Marvin and said slowly, “Professor Icahn, I’m not going. Please send him to the hospital. If there are such emergencies again, please inform Yazmin directly. There is no need to call me.”

“Hey… Yvette, he spat blood. Aren’t you coming over?”

Marvin was sweating. He didn’t know why Yvette had suddenly changed her mind when she sounded so anxious seconds ago.

“I’m not a doctor either. I won’t help even if I am there. Sorry to trouble you. I’m hanging up.”

Beep.

Yvette hung up first.

Marvin was almost petrified.