The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 1509

The confrontation between the two men was like a silent clash of swords with edges sharp enough to slice through the dense air.

Sean and Lance's auras were on par with each other.

Both of them stared at each other without the slightest intention of conceding.

Behind them, Yvette could not handle the stalemate anymore.

She tugged at the corner of Lance’s shirt and whispered.

"Let’s go. Don't waste time here."

Lance took her hand. His expression seemed to carry pleasure and indulgence.

"Okay, let’s go."

It seemed like he was doing it out of respect for her. "Lance Sheldon-” Sean's voice rang grimly in his ears. "Do you think that woman is serious? How could she b e sincere? She was the same when she was with me..."

Yvette paled as she stood there. She felt dizzy, as if she had just been hit in the head.

Was Sean trying to drive a wedge between her and Lance?

Sean's darkness had never been used on her, but she had seen quite a lot during this period.

Now, he was turning completely hostile.

It was really ridiculous.

What happened to the deep feelings they had for each other back then?

Yvette stood there, turned around, and was just about t o retort when Lance suddenly stopped her shoulders. He pushed her out and closed the door while still standing inside.

Lance shut her outside.

He turned around with an inexplicable chill enveloping his body and stood there straight.

Lance's eyes were dark and cold. His pupils looked like ice as he looked at Sean.

"Have you said enough?"

Sean stood there and smiled playfully.

"If you're really unreconciled, go back and blame yourself for not keeping her. Don't use her.”

Sean's gaze was cloudy for a few moments. He looked somewhat irritated and unreconciled.

Every one of Lance's words seemed to be humiliating him.

Sean stepped forward and raised his fist. "Then get the hell away-"

Lance sidestepped as he felt a strong wind from Sean's fist. Sean missed, but the next second, Lance suddenly grabbed his hand from behind. He twisted Sean's arm, yanked it back, and suddenly smashed it into the corner of the table.

Sean suffered two blows and was naturally unwilling t o just let it go.

He charged over, swinging his fist hard, but Lance did not just stand there either. None of them relented.

Yvette stood outside and tightened the clothes on her body. It took a long time before her pale face regained its color.

After Sean said those words earlier, she almost forgot why she was standing here.

He was the person she loved most in the past and gave up everything to be together with. How could he hurt her so much?