Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 145

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 145 Win or Lose?

Ellen said, "Do you think Fiona will cry if she sees this photo?"

"How dare you!" Jamie said with hostility.

Ellen smiled and said sarcastically, "It turns out that you also have something to be afraid of. Then why did. you sleep with someone else? Last time in your wardrobe, I heard her sex sounds. Very erotic. Is it that you

can't satisfy her, or she can't satisfy you?"

Ellen paused and then said, "Or do you like women like me better?"

Her words were completely improper and carried a hint of contempt toward Fiona.

Jamie scowled. "Don't mention her. She's not someone a slut like you can compare to."

After hearing such words many times, Ellen had become completely indifferent.

"You really know how to play the field. You sleep with so many women a day. You must be tired of living."

Thinking about how he and Fiona had sex, Ellen felt unprecedented disgust.

Ellen hated Jamie, Fiona, and herself.

The culprit was the man in front of her.

She wanted to do everything she could to break away from him. She did not want to see this man again.

Ellen pulled him to make him sit up and asked, "Do you really love Fiona?"

Jamie had his buttocks on his calves, kneeling like a sinner waiting to be judged.

He hated this position. In the past, he had fought with people abroad. As a newcomer, he suffered and was

forced to kneel like this.

Because he was unwilling, he had his spine broken by someone, and it was still fixed with nails.

"Ellen, do you want to die?" he asked sullenly.

"Answer my question, Ellen insisted.

"Of course, love her," Jamie answered without hesitation.

"Jamie, why are you still sleeping with me? Your love is so worthless," Ellen laughed sarcastically.

"To me, sleeping with you is no different from sleeping with prostitutes," Jamie sneered.

He could not see Ellen's current expression. He guessed that she must be smug.

Did she really not think about the consequences?

Jamie got angry and sneered, "Don't you know what you are? Have I ever treated you as a person? I just use

you as a tool to vent my desire."

"Smack."

Ellen slapped Jamie hard on the face.

It was crisp and pleasant to hear. Ellen was happy.

Jamie's cheeks were burning hot. Even when he was living a terrible life abroad, he had never been slapped. by a woman before. This bitch was really bold.

He could not hide his anger even with his eyes covered. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ellen, you really don't want to live anymore."

The next second.

A soft head was pressed against Jamie's chest. Hot tears flowed down his hard chest as if to flow into his heart.

"Jamie, I love you so much. What right do you have to do this to me?

"I love you. I love you. Do you know that you are a bastard?"

Jamie seemed to be stunned. His entire body stiffened.

What exactly was she saying? Did she love him? Was she mocking him?

This damned bitch! He really wanted to tell her to get lost, yet he couldn't open his lips after trying several times.

Ellen held his head, kissed his lips passionately, and confessed her feelings for him in the most affectionate.

tone.

"Jamie, I love you. I hate myself because I love you, but I am so useless."

Tears dripped onto his face and lips. They were wet and salty.

As if struck by an electric current, he felt like having a taste of her tears.

Jamie suddenly felt extremely regretful. He should not have given her a chance to control it.

At that moment, he could not resist.

No.

In Jamie's eyes, she was still that cheap plaything, a dirty whore. He would never change his opinion of her in

his life.

Yes, that was it.

Jamie seemed to be hypnotizing himself.

He had mixed feelings, and he did not know what expression Ellen, who was hugging him and crying, had.

If his eyes were not covered, he would see that there was no emotion in Ellen's eyes, which were extremely

indifferent.

She said every sentence as if reciting lines, and she said them in her heart in advance.

She continued, "I hate you, Jamie. I hate you for not loving me anymore."

After saying this, she threw the key and ran out.

When she got downstairs, Ellen took a taxi. Her phone was turned off, and she trembled. She asked the driver,

"Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

The driver handed her a cigarette. She did not light it. She just put it next to her mouth and smelled the

tobacco.

She felt as if her father were giving her strength beside her.

Her father had been unconscious for half a month, so she did not have much time left.

She did not know if the show she had just put on would work on Jamie.

She only needed to see his next reaction to make sure she could win.

If she won, she could live a stable life.

If she lost, she would die together with Jamie.

On Thursday.

Yvette received a reply from some companies, which invited her to interviews.

Her excellent grades in college and all kinds of certificates had become her advantages.

The interviews were very smooth. Two companies accepted her.

Finally, Yvette chose Wabon Education Company because it had many national chain branches and its potential for development was greater.

Wabon Education Company told her to go to work next Monday.

Yvette took out her mobile phone and wanted to tell Ellen this good news and ask Ellen to dinner to

celebrate.

At this time, the phone rang.

Yvette looked at it and saw that her Grandma's neighbor in Pittsburgh was calling.

They exchanged phone numbers when Yvette asked the neighbor to look after the Dudley's house.

"Hello, Melissa, what's the matter?"

"Yvette, come back and take a look. Phoebe's grave has been splashed with red paint."

In a split second, Yvette's entire face turned pale.

Melissa Harvey couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. She asked Yvette to go back quickly.

Yvette was completely flustered. Her hands were shaking as she wanted to buy a ticket, but she then realized that all the tickets for today had already been sold out.

She immediately placed an order on the phone. Because it was a long trip, no one would immediately take

the order.

Just as she was at a loss, a black Benz steadily stopped in front of her.

The window was rolled down. Yvette was startled.