The Divorced Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 1503

Read Chapter 1503 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat

Yvette walked behind Lance, and Hans invited her in.
At a glance, the inside had a clean gray tone that was very similar to Lance’ s style — dull, reticent, and predictable.
The furnishings inside were not very luxurious but were clean and tidy and did not look cheap at all.
Lance took off his jacket and threw it to the side. Hans picked up the jacket and hung it up while giving his report.
“Mr. Sheldon, the director from the medical department visited in the morning and waited until the afternoon.”
Lance seemed to have known and nodded. “Has he eaten?”
Hans smiled. “Yes. The Vice President and I accompanied him.”
Lance nodded.
“Their hospital wants to monopolize large -scale medical equipment and make a fortune. We can’t agree to it so quickly. Delay it for now.”

Hans nodded and agreed.
Then, Hans looked at Yvette, who was sitting on the sofa casually. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something.
Lance paused and cleared his throat.
“That’s Yvette. You know her too. From now on, she’ll temporarily work here.”
Hans’s eyes widened in shock. It was unbelievable.
Yvette turned over and revealed a perfect smile, nodding gently at Hans.
“Please give me your guidance.”
Hans did not dare to believe it. How would he dare to guide Mrs. Sheldon?
When Lance saw her smile at Hans, his gaze darkened slightly, and his tone subconsciously turned a little cold.
“Hans, let the HR department come over later to do the entry formalities. She starts work today.”
This time, Yvette was no longer able to smile. “Does it have to be that formal?”

Lance looked at her with a pleasant expression.
“Of course. How else will we be able to explain it to my mother-in-law?”
Mrs. Quimbey was not a person who was easily fooled.
Yvette was speechless for a moment, but she felt like something was not quite right.
It seemed like something was amiss. Hans also felt the same way.
“Mrs. Sheldon’s job title is…”
He asked tentatively. It was not his place to make his own arrangements.
Was it the vice president? Or director?
Or something else?
Lance paused. “My assistant.”
Hans and Yvette froze at the same time. Lance added, “The same as you.”
Hans made sure he did not mishear his boss.
Yvette stood up stiffly and looked at him, confused.

“Didn’t you say there was a big project? Wasn’t it supposed to be practice? Do you want me to serve you coffee and tea?”
She, the high and mighty Ms. Quimbey, was working as an assistant for someone else?
She wondered if Lance had taken the wrong medication.
Lance looked at her and did not seem to be joking.
“Han’s position will be most in touch with core confidential projects. It’s much more important than those directors who have to transmit orders from top to bottom. Leaving aside things like serving coffee and tea, do you think an ordinary person would be able to reach his level?”
Yvette looked at Hans in astonishment, and then at Lance.
Oh, Lance really wasn’t joking.
She also understood that the President’s personal assistant was equivalent to a vice president.
Even her mother’s assistant held 6% of Quimbey Corporation’s shares. His level of importance spoke for itself.
Furthermore, to be able to be around Lance, Hans’ sexcellence in all aspects must be unmatched. Hans smiled dryly, not knowing what to say.
He could not persuade Mrs. Sheldon that his position was really great.
“President, you’re too polite. It’s all because of your promotion…”
Yvette pursed his lips. “Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you, Hans.”
It was good to be an assistant. She would be able to quit anytime she wanted since there would be no burden.
Lance nodded in satisfaction. His eyes when he looked at Yvette grew slightly warmer.
“In that case, let Yvette take over Hans’s job. Hans, you can take over the project department for now.”
For a moment, everyone froze.
Hans said, “Am… Am I being promoted?” Yvette thought to herself, ‘Can I quit now?’