Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 140

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 140 Yvette Disappeared

Yvette only smiled with irony.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Lance frowned. Just as he was about to ask who it was, he saw an unknown object fly over.

It was a black leather bag. It smashed onto Lance.

Tanya, dressed in white and black pants, rushed into the room in a rage. Her hand pounded heavily at Lance,

again and again.

Lance stood straight, without any resistance at all.

Finally, Tanya was tired. She said in a furious voice, "I asked you to take good care of Yvette. Is this how your

take care of her?"

When Tanya thought about how the baby was gone, she felt an indescribable pain in her heart.

She had already bought a lot of baby items, and now they were useless.

Tanya had wanted to discuss with Yvette that they would tell Jaiden about the baby six or seven months later when Yvette's pregnancy was stable. Now, Tanya was in grief and felt lucky somehow. Fortunately, Tanya did not tell Jaiden yet.

Otherwise, Jaiden, who had just recovered, would probably not be able to withstand it.

Tanya could no longer care about Lance. She sat down by Yvette's bed and hugged her, crying in pain, "Yvette, you have suffered so much."

However, Yvette had cried too much. Her tears were exhausted. Her eyes were empty and cold, and she said

calmly, "Tanya, I want a divorce."

Lance's tall and straight body suddenly shook. He suddenly realized why Tanya would come here.

He did not tell Tanya because he was afraid that Yvette would make such a request.

Seeing that Yvette was so thin, Tanya felt her heart ached. "Yvette. Take care of your body first. When you get.

better, I'll decide for you."

"No!" Lance said coldly.

Tanya 's attention was on Yvette. She had ignored Lance's existence.

Now, she was furious. She scolded, "Get the hell out of here!"

However, Lance forcefully dragged Tanya to the door.

Not giving Tanya a chance to speak, he directly ordered Frankie, "Send my mother back."

"Lance, you little bastard. I'm your mother. You even dare to drive your mother away."

"Mom, you don't need to get involved in this matter. I won't divorce Yvette."

After saying that, Lance closed the door and locked it, blocking Tanya outside the door.

No matter how Tanya shouted outside the door, he did not seem to hear her. Step by step, he walked to

Yvette.

"Is this your way?"

"Do you think I'll listen to my mother just because you brought her here?" Lance asked with a cold smile.

Yvette seemed to think for a moment before asking seriously, "If your mother can't do it, what about

grandfather?"

In a split second, Lance lost his patience.

Lance thought, to get a divorce, you don't even care if my grandfather can bear this?

"Yvette, do you think you can see your grandfather now?" Lance demanded.

The noise outside the door had stopped. It seemed Tanya had been taken away by Frankie.

"Unless I die, there is always a way to see him, isn't it?" Yvette said indifferently.

Yvette had expected it would be hard to get a divorce. She had been prepared for a protracted war.

Lance looked at her expressionlessly. Suddenly, he smiled. His eyes were dyed red. He said, "You think you can threaten me, right?"

Yvette was cold and indifferent. "You can go. I'm going to sleep."

Her expression was so cold that she didn't even bother to argue. It was as if Lance was just a stranger. The alienation hurt Lance severely.

But if he were to divorce her, he would have to watch her leave him and run into another man's arms. Just thinking about it made Lance feel like he couldn't control himself, let alone accept it. Lance could not and would not accept it.

Yvette was ready to go to sleep. She needed to conserve her energy before she could think of a way to

divorce.

Lance suddenly leaned over and pulled her in front of him. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

Yvette did not even struggle. She was as numb as an inanimate object, allowing him to do as he pleased. Lance could not pry open her teeth, and when he met Yvette's emotionless gaze, he froze on the spot.

When he released her, Yvette said coldly, "It seems that you can't forget my body. However, if you agree to a divorce, maybe I can cooperate with you just once and treat it as a divorce gift." Yvette had casually described what she had done as a bargain for a divorce. It was simply a blatant

humiliation.

Lance's handsome face became tense, and his patience seemed to have reached its limit.

"Yvette."

He seemed to be suppressing his anger as he asked word by word, "What do I have to do for you to forgive

me?"

Yvette was too lazy to repeat the word divorce. She said, "You know."

Lance stared into Yvette's eyes and said firmly, "Other than divorce."

"There is no way. I will never forgive you even if I die."

If Lance could disappear from her world, then she might slowly forget him.

Forgetting was the same as forgiving.

In an instant, Lance felt as if his heart had been fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, and even his breathing felt painful as if his throat had been torn through.

After a moment of pause, he said slowly, looking cold, "Then you can always hate me."

Then, as if he was afraid that Yvette would say something that would stab him, he directly strode away.

Lance thought that as long as he learned to escape, Yvette would slowly give up the idea of divorce. However, something unexpected happened that night.

At two o'clock in the morning, when he was still working in the company to numb himself, the nurse called. "Mr. Wolseley, bad news. Ms. Myers is missing."

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