Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 119

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 119 The Conspiracy Starts

Yvette was pressed so firmly by Lance that she couldn't move.

When Yvette remembered that Lance came back from Yazmin's, a burst of anger rose in her heart. Yvette suddenly raised her head and bit Lance's lip at the moment their lips touched.

Yvette bit so fierce that Lance's lip was injured.

Lance was stunned for a second, and then he let out a laugh..

Yvette did not know what it meant.

Lance raised his eyebrows slightly. The hazy daylight reflected on his delicate and handsome face. In addition to the faint blood color on his lip, it made him appear even more charming and seductive.

Being so close to the sexy man, Yvette subconsciously turned her head away.

She thought, this face perfectly matches his playa attributes. Who can resist such a charm?

"Are you unhappy?" he asked.

"No." Yvette was very annoyed. Why is he so self-righteous?

He nudged her gently with the tip of his nose, lightly but very seductively.

"Three days later, I will send Yazmin away," he said.

"It's up to you."

Yvette did not look happy, and she did not have any expectations for his words either.

For a moment she wished to retort, "Do you believe it yourself?"

Lance was somewhat heartbroken. He was here to curry favor with Yvette. However, Yvette was not grateful.

"This time, I am serious. After she leaves, let's live our lives well."

Yvette's eyelashes trembled slightly..

She had heard this word several times before.

But Lance broke his promise every time, followed by hurt.

Yvette could no longer believe Lance.

Lance lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes. Yvette turned her face away to avoid him.

Lance did not force her but just wrapped his arm around Yvette's waist and said, "Sleep a little longer with

me.".

There were some things that he did not need to explain. Soon, Yvette would know Lance's determination. "No. Go somewhere else to sleep," Yvette refused.

Lance lowered his head to gently nibble Yvette's earlobe and said. "But you are not somewhere else! Yvette was held by the waist and could not free herself from Lance's arms. She had to give Lance a hateful

look

"Do you want to eat me?" Lance was amused by her expression.

"Let go Yvette moved again. She was very unaccustomed to being held in his arms.

Lance suddenly gave a dull snort, then gritted his teeth, and warned in a low voice, "If you can't sleep, don't tempt me."

Yvette was so scared that she didn't dare to move. She was as obedient as a kitten.

Lance seemed to have been tired, breathing regularly and falling asleep quickly.

But Yvette could not fall asleep, no matter what.

Ten years... How far and long time was!

She had fallen in love with Lance without hesitation, bravely and lonely.

She thought that such deep love would last forever.

However, over just a few months, her deep love little remained because of Yazmin's matter and Lance's

attitude.

But even so, it was much more difficult to completely get Lance out of her mind than said.

Yvette's eyes flashed with bitterness. Maybe she would not give up until she lost the last hope.

It was drizzling.

Emilie walked along an old alley. She was wearing the hat of her coat but still got wet, looking embarrassed. Just now, she went to replace a job but failed again.

The influence of the nude photos on her made her hardly live. The money that Yazmin provided for her had been used up within half a month.

Both the Hudson family and the Thackeray family guarded against her like a jinx, and she could not enter their houses. She lived a hard life every day.

Emilie had thought of making trouble for Yvette. However, she could not even protect herself or get close to Yvette. She had no way to replace out where Yvette was, so how could she teach Yvette a lesson?

Ermilje pushed open the rented house in frustration.

Unexpectedly, a man and a woman were cuddling each other on the bed.

When they heard the sound of the door opening, both of them looked over.

"Ah... Emilie, you... Come on in..."

Rosa's voice was intermittent. Fortunately, she grabbed the sheet to cover herself and the man.

After Rosa was driven out, she had to make living by sleeping with various men. There weren't outstanding men in this old shabby district. They were all rough men from the root class. Rosa was a flirtatious woman. Soon the news spread like wildfire, and more and more men came for her.

Rosa actually enjoyed it. Since she was not young anymore, she'd rather have fun in time.

Emilie looked at the two of them with disgust and ran out, even without closing the door.

A man's lecherous voice came behind her, "Your daughter looks good. When will you let us taste her...

Rosa hit him and said, "Don't even think about it. My daughter is worthy of a tycoon."

Hehe..."

Emilie thought the same, if it weren't for the bitch Yvette, I would have become a lady of some wealthy family.

It is all that bitch's fault!

When I go through this hard time, the first thing I will do is teach the bitch a lesson, venting my anger on her fiercely!

As she thought of this, her mood got much better.

Just then, two wretched men walked over from the front, and half of their faces were covered by shabby hats.

When they passed by Emilie, they suddenly reached out and touched her hips.

"Nice... Pretty plump..."

They teased indecently.

Emilie had never been humiliated like this. She immediately shouted abuse, "How dare you! Are you blind? Do you know who I am? You are the lowest of the low. Apologize to me right now!" She looked down on these rude people from the bottom.

When Emilie was still at the Thackeray's house, she often beat and abused the servants. At the most excessive, once an old butler of the Thackeray family was beaten to cripple by her, and two days later, the

butler died.

She spent some money and covered it up, claiming that the butler died of illness.

In her eyes, the root-class people were like maggots, which could be easily crushed.

They were timid and overcautious. When they saw rich people, they bowed with a great show of respect,

wishing that they could hide in the mouse hole.

Even though she was down and out now, she was still out of these root-class people's league.

The two men stood still, and Emilie was still swearing. She spat at them and cursed, "You blind bastards, hurry up! Kneel and apologize to me! You know what? Killing your low-class people for me is as simple

as

killing an ant."

Emilie had been used to being arrogant. She treated the servants like this before, and everyone was very afraid of her for offending her and getting beaten up.

If it was an ordinary person, they would be intimidated by her imposing manner.

But these two men were not ordinary people. They came for her in particular.

"Clap!"

With a clear sound, one man slapped Emilie hard.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The other man stepped forward and slapped Emilie in the face three times.

Emilie was beaten to bleed in her mouth. She wanted to curse again, but the two men dragged her directly to

the side of the garbage cans in the alley.