Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 122

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 122 She Feels Despairing

In the video, there were three burly men with hoods.

Yazmin knelt on the ground, her hair pulled by one of them, and she was forced to face the phone.

Her face, body, and neck were all covered in blood. Her eyes were so swollen that her eyeballs could not be seen. Her mouth was torn because of being slapped. It seemed that she suffered severely.

She cried intermittently, and her voice was hoarse. "Lance, please... save... me... for the sake of me...

saving you once."

At that moment, it was the most effective method to mention her kindness to Lance. Sure enough, Lance was

hesitant.

Suddenly...

A man with a hood ruthlessly slapped her and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense."

Yazmin might have been abused for a long time, and she was bleeding more seriously because of the slap,

which was extremely tragic.

Lance's expression changed instantly, and he looked cold. "You'll be dead!"

The man wearing the hood seemed to have heard a joke, and he chuckled. They used a voice changer, so the

smile was particularly eerie.

He asked, "This woman said that you are her husband and that you are very rich. Is that true?"

Suddenly, it became silent.

Yvette suddenly reached out and grabbed Lance's arm. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she instinctively didn't want him to admit it. Lance didn't look at her. His handsome face looked gloomy. Just as he hesitated for a second, the man in the

hood kicked Yazmin in the stomach.

The blood in Yazmin's mouth sprayed out.

And her face looked extremely pale.

"Damn it, how dare you lie to me! I'll beat you to death, you cheap woman!"

The man with the hood raised his leg again and was about to kick, but at the critical moment, Lance said coldly.

"I am her husband!"

Yvette felt so heartbroken when she heard his reply.

She slowly released her hand, but Lance did not notice it, and he paid all his attention to the phone.

Hearing that, the man with the hood did not continue kicking, and he grinned.

"Okay, give us 1.6 million dollars in cash, otherwise..."

He picked up the dagger and stabbed Yazmin's wrist. He controlled his strength perfectly, and blood dripped

down.

Yazmin would not die immediately, but she would not be able to hold on for long.

"Whether she can live depends on your speed."

With just one sentence, he cut off the video.

It was quiet in the car again.

Lance's expression was solemn as his gaze fell on Yvette's face.

"Yvette, I..."

Perhaps it was Lance's gentleness in the past two days that made Yvette confident, so she interrupted him coldly.

'Don't go."

She was not indifferent, but she felt that it would be more appropriate for professional people to go on such

a dangerous occasion.

Moreover, she vaguely felt that this matter was not that simple.

"We can call the police," said Yvette.

"It concerns Yazmin's safety. We can't call the police." Lance frowned unhappily.

Those vicious people could do anything.

He could not take this risk.

Moreover, only by sending Yazmin safely abroad would he pay for her kindness.

Listening to his protective tone, Yvette felt a sour feeling in her heart.

She couldn't help but say, "Lance, haven't you thought that it might be a trap?”

"What do you mean?" Lance's face turned cold.

"I just saw that her shoes were very clean. She was beaten so badly like that and was tied in that old warehouse. Isn't it strange that her shoes were clean?"

Yvette stated her suspicions reasonably.

She wasn't like Lance, who was too worried to notice something strange. She had seen it very carefully just

now.

Besides, Yazmin vomited so much blood because of being beaten, which was strange.

Moreover, how could a kidnapper care about whether the person who sent the money was her husband?

What they cared about should only be money.

There was only one reason why he asked this...

He was instructed by Yazmin.

Yazmin knew that Yvette was by Lance's side, and she had deliberately asked Lance to say it to hurt Yvette.

Thinking about it. Yvette felt that the whole incident was probably a conspiracy.

The more Yvette thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Afraid that he was anxious, Yvette continued, "And how could it be such a coincidence? She got kidnapped when she was about to go. abroad today. Perhaps it was just a means that she wanted to stay by your side."

"Yvette!"

Lance suddenly interrupted her as if he could not bear it any longer. He said angrily, "You mean that she doesn't even care about her life just to stay by my side, right?"

Yvette was stunned by his roar and was speechless for a moment.

Lance added coldly, "Yazmin did something wrong, but I don't think she would risk her life to joke with me."

Yvette was stunned and said, "Lance, please calm down and think about what I said..."

"Enough!"

Lance said loudly, "Yvette, stop thinking about the dark side of things. It's not good for the baby." Yvette was hurt by his words.

It turned out that Lance thought she was jealous of Yazmin and that she could not bear Yazmin. Then she might as well be as evil as Yazmin when she dealt with things.

"Lance, I said you are not allowed to go."

But Lance just ignored her and said coldly, "Get out of the car. Frankie will come to pick you up."

She was stimulated by his words, and a sharp pain came from her lower abdomen.

Yvette instantly covered it and said in a pained voice, "Lance, my abdomen..."

Before she could finish her sentence...

Lance carried her.

Yvette felt much better, but she still felt uncomfortable. Her voice was trembling. "My abdomen hurts."

The next second, she was placed on the cold ground.

His cold voice came.

"Yvette, don't use such childish tricks. I have to go!"

After saying that, he closed the door and got into the car without any hesitation.

Yvette squatted on the ground and looked at the car that rushed out in disbelief.

Did he say childish tricks?

At that moment, she felt despairing.

But Yvette thought that she deserved it!

She shouldn't have forgotten what she had suffered!

She shouldn't have been so confident just because of his care.

The pain in her lower abdomen was getting more and more unbearable.

Her body was full of cold sweat.

Yvette supported herself with one hand on the ground and slowly got up, tottering as she walked towards the

hospital.

Suddenly, a silver-gray van stopped in front of her. Two men wearing hoods got out and took her into the car.