Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 335 Show Her a Play!

Yvette was speechless.

 Were there so many women Lance had ever engaged to that he couldn't remember which one she was talking about?

 She sneered, "Mr. Wolseley, how many fiancées do you have?"

 Lance thought for a while and finally remembered a name.

 "You mean, Juliette?"

 Yvette's beautiful eyes were full of ridicule.

 Lance was irritated by her look and explained, "Juliette is not my fiancée. It's just the media hype. I have never been engaged to any other woman."

 If Yvette had not read those reports, she would have believed it.

 After all, in his capacity, Lance would not lie to her on such a matter.

 However, after she hung up the phone, Yvette asked Marlon if Lance had been engaged.

 Marlon immediately sent a bunch of reports to her. He had dug out all the old information.

 The reports clearly stated that Tanya and Carlo had personally admitted that the two families were engaged, but they kept a low profile and did not make it public.

 Marlon added after the report, "Sharpen your eyes, and don't get involved with Lance."

 It seemed that, if possible, Marlon even wanted to warn her at every minute.

 Do not get close to Lance!

 Their engagement was a clear fact, but Lance still refused to admit it.

 Yvette did not know whether he was playing dumb or thinking that she was stupid.

 She propped up her chin and looked at the man's excessively handsome face.

 Yvette mocked, "You already have a girlfriend and a fiancée, but you still want to flirt with me, your ex-wife who is not familiar with you. It seems that my brother is right. You are a promiscuous person."

 Lance didn't know what to say.

 He was stunned.

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 Lance said at last, "Do you believe whatever your brother says?"

 "Then who should I believe?

 "You?" Yvette frowned, "None of your words are true. You said that you would do everything I say. But now, all you ever did was threaten me. How can you still talk about fairness with me?"

 Lance was lost for words.

 Yvette was right.

 But he could not calm down whenever he saw her with another man.

 How could he remember what he had said before?

 There was only an impulsive thought in his mind.

 He just wanted to lock her up and hide her.

 No one was allowed to look at her!

 Lance rubbed his throbbing temple and said helplessly, "As long as you don't get along with other men, I will listen to you no matter what you want."

 "If my freedom of contact with others is controlled by you, then what is the difference between me and your pet?

 "And why should I listen to you? Just because you threaten me at any time and place?"

 In Yvette's eyes, Lance was being unreasonable and inexplicable.

 Lance felt an ache in his heart and could not breathe. He pulled his tie and said, "I am not threatening you. I will never hurt you!"

 "But you are hurting me now."

 Yvette looked at him seriously, "You dragged me into the car regardless of my wishes. Do you know that I am afraid?"

 Lance said no word.

 His thin lips moved as he took a deep breath, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, and I won't let you get hurt."

 He would rather hurt himself than hurt her.

 But Yvette didn't believe him at all.

 The impression Lance gave her was that he was self-righteous, overbearing, and rude.

 She did not want to reason with him, nor did she want to listen to his words.

 "Then send me back now."

 "Not now," Lance raised his eyes.

 Yvette was angry.

 All she had said meant nothing to him!

 Nothing changed at all!

 "You big liar!"

 Yvette pushed Lance away, opened the door, and tried to jump out of the car again!

 Lance grabbed her, trapped her in his arms, and lowered his gaze, "Don't be mad. We're already here."

 Yvette looked up and saw that the car was parked in a high-end clubhouse.

 She said warily, "Why did you bring me here? I won't go in with you."

 "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. There is someone you are interested in."

 "Who?"

 Lance loosened his grip slightly and said, "Let's go in and take a look."

 Yvette looked at him suspiciously. She did not know if he was lying to her.

 Lance knew what she was thinking, and his eyes deepened.

 "If I really want to do something to you, it's not worth the trouble to bring you here."

 Yvette was irritated again.

 What kind of expression was on his face? It was as if she was deliberately prejudiced against him.

 It was he who always forced her to do things that she didn't want to. How could she believe him easily?

 Seeing that Yvette's eyes widened and showed signs of anger, Lance explained, "I'll send you home when things are done."

 Yvette calmed down.

 As long as she could go home, she could listen to him and meet the person.

 Although Lance seemed to do whatever he wanted to her, as he said, he would not harm her.

 Lance directly brought Yvette to the private room upstairs.

 After taking a seat, the waiter came up to place some tea and fruit. When the waiter left, he closed the door.

 In the enclosed space, only Yvette and Lance were left.

 Sitting close to each other, the light fragrance of Lance went straight into Yvette's breath.

 Yvette uneasily moved to the side, but Lance grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

 The two got closer.

 Yvette pushed him and said angrily, "What the hell are you going to do?"

 Lance grabbed her shoulder and said unhurriedly, "I am going to show you a play."

 As they spoke, the huge curtain in the private room was pulled open.

 Yvette realized that this private room was connected to another.

 A woman was sitting on a chair in the opposite room.

 She had long hair and slender legs and wore a white dress, looking pitiful.

 Yvette didn't understand.

 A bodyguard in black stepped forward and turned the chair around, revealing the woman's face.

 Yvette widened her eyes.

 It was Yazmin.

 However, Yazmin's appearance was scary.

 Her man-made nose and chin were broken by Aylin the other day.

 She didn't dare to go to the hospital.

 Now, her nose and lower jaw were a bit rotten and dripping with disgusting pus.

 Yvette had heard someone mention Yazmin a few days ago.

 Several rich women who were cuckolded by Yazmin joined hands to hunt her down.

 They even declared that they would skin her alive after finding her.

 Yazmin hid for days after hearing the news. No one could find her.

 Yvette was confused.

 Why did Lance bring her to see Yazmin?

 It was Yazmin who instigated others to attack Belle at first. So Yvette let out her video to punish her.

 But Yvette was not a vicious person.

 Yazmin had paid the price, so Yvette no longer pursued the matter.

 Yvette raised her head and wanted to ask Lance what he meant.

 However, Lance was just lowering his head and her red lips accidentally touched his delicate jaw.

 Yvette blushed and immediately wanted to retreat, but she was grabbed by Lance's large palm.

 He lowered his head, his lips close to hers. His breathing was hot, but he did not take a step closer.

 He asked, "Are you interested?"

 Yvette's ears were slightly hot. She turned her face away and said angrily, "Don't get so close to me."

 "Okay."

 Lance stepped back a bit and lowered his eyes, "Listen."

 At this time, the tape on Yazmin's mouth had been torn off.

 Perhaps because the bodyguard's move was rude, Yazmin's lips were bleeding.

 The red bleeding mouth made her even more terrifying!

 Yazmin looked at Yvette and Lance sitting opposite intimately, and a trace of resentment flashed through her eyes.

 In an instant, her face changed into a pitiful expression.

 Then Yazmin implored, "Lance, why did you bring me here?"