Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 220

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 220 She's Missing

Yvette felt so shocked that all the blood in her body seemed to be quickly disappearing. She stared at those eyes, and her lips squirmed a few times before she called out a name.

"Emilie!"

Yvette, on the other hand, said that name with a bit of hatred in her teeth.

This vicious woman who had beaten her baby to death in her belly had actually appeared!

"Not bad. You can even recognize me like this."

Emilie laughed. Her voice was coarse and hoarse as if her throat had been scalded by a pair of tongs. It was especially terrifying on this deep night.

She wore a large hat that covered half of her face, and she also wore a mask.

Emilie did not expect Yvette to be able to recognize her in the first place.

Yvette's heart was in turmoil, her finger bones turning white to almost transparent from the force.

She looked at Emilie and gritted her teeth. "You actually dare to stand in front of me!"

Emilie's eyes flashed with a sinister light. "Heh, why don't I dare to see you? If I don't come, how can I deal with you, a slut who harmed me to this extent?"

Emilie's voice was hoarse and carried a hint of madness.

Yvette reached out to touch the pepper spray in her bag and said something to divert Emilie's attention. "Emilie, you are a wanted criminal. I advise you to turn yourself in now. Don't make mistakes again!" Emilie's eyes were red, and she said with a cruel smile, "Bitch, I'm here to bring you with me today!"

As she spoke, she took out a can of spray and sprayed it at Yvette.

A strange fragrance came, and Yvette hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, but it was too late.

Some of them had already been brought in by her breath, and Yvette felt dizzy. She held the wall and kept retreating.

There was no pepper spray in her bag, and she didn't know where it was.

Yvette's eyes began to see illusions, and she suddenly threw her bag at Emilie. She didn't expect Emilie to dodge it easily. Emilie looked at Yvette, who was still struggling. And then Emilie said with a sinister smile, "Don't struggle, it's useless." The effect of the spray was strong.

No matter if one was a strong man or a ferocious beast, as long as he touched it, he wouldn't be able to hold on for a minute.

Emilie had put on a special mask in advance, so there was no problem. It was useless that Yvette covered her mouth with her hand.

Emilie watched as Yvette stumbled towards the elevator, Emilie was not anxious at all. Instead, she slowly counted the time, "Thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven...

The illusion in front of Yvette became more and more clear. She did not even have the strength to stand at the elevator entrance. She knelt on the ground and waited for the elevator to go down. Ding...

The elevator door opened, and Yvette climbed into it with difficulty.

She took out her cell phone from her pocket and wanted to call the police, but all the buttons turned into illusions, and for each number, she saw two of them.

There came a sound.

Yvette raised her hand and gave herself a slap. But unfortunately, her hand did not have much strength, and it was more like an itch.

She bit hard on her wrist again with her teeth until blood came out!

Finally, before the elevator door slowly closed, she pressed one...

Dong!

The elevator was grabbed by a pale hand.

Emilie's foot was stuck in the gap of the elevator, and the elevator automatically opened.

"Three! Two! One!

"I caught you!"

Emilie giggled, her voice hoarse and unpleasant to hear.

Before she lost consciousness, Yvette shouted, "Emilie...

She shouted, but then her eyes turned black, and she fainted.

Inside the black car, Lance touched a small toy on the car seat. He picked it up, and it turned out to be pepper spray.

Immediately, his handsome face darkened. This woman treated him as a lady-killer.

Then there came the sound.

The phone he placed in his seat began to ring.

Seeing the flashing name, Lance was stunned and could not believe it.

What made this little girl call him?

He did not pretend to be profound and immediately answered it. His voice was unconsciously brisk, "What's wrong?"

There was only the sound of electric currents coming from the other side.

Suddenly, an extremely hoarse and unpleasant laughter, which sounded like a duck caught by its neck, rang out. Lance's pupils shrank fiercely, and his delicate facial features were instantly frozen!

The phone suddenly hung up.

"Turn around! Go back to Violet Apartment!"

Lance's face was as gloomy as a storm. He asked the driver to go to Yvette's house and said to Frankie.

"Check the location of Mrs. Wolseley!"

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Frankie was stunned. He could tell that Lance was very nervous now. Lance had forgotten that they had already divorced and called her "Mrs. Wolseley".

Frankie opened his notebook and quickly informed the network department to replace Yvette's location.

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Five minutes later, he got the message.

Frankie said with a serious expression, Mrs. Wolseley's cell phone signal was released at 10:15. It showed that she was at Violet Apartment at that time, and then the signal was cut off!" To the company's advanced network department, whether the cell phone was turned off or broken, they could

replace the location anyway.

However, the signal being cut off meant that the other side had a high-level hacker who used a special method to destroy the cell phone.

"Contact the person who arranged to search for Emilie. Is there any news?" Lance looked cold..

Frankie immediately made a phone call. Ever since Emilie went missing, Lance had arranged for people to investigate. Recently, there was news from the coastal areas.

A few minutes later, Frankie reported, "Mr. Wolseley, Emilie no longer lives in the coastal area. It is very likely that she has come to New York."

In a split second, Lance's face turned really dark. He said coldly, "She was the one who kidnapped Mrs.

Wolseley. Continue investigating."

By the time he finished speaking, the car had already arrived at Violet Apartment.

Lance quickly went up, and the elevator opened.

"On the passageway, a white handbag lay quietly on the ground. Everything in it was scattered, and the ground was in a mess.

Lance stood straight with a calm expression, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

The man, who had always been calm and collected, actually felt a little flustered for the first time at this moment.

Frankie quickly came up and said, "Mr. Wolseley, all the surveillance cameras nearby have been specially destroyed, and they can't be restored in a short time."

Lance frowned. He calmed down and said, "She needs a car to take the person away. Check the roads around one by one. Go now."

Yvette felt that she had slept for a long time. She had been having nightmares.

There was a flash of white light in her dream, as if someone was taking photos of her. She struggled to open her eyes, only to see a blurry and tall figure.

The closer she got to him, the closer the man's image became. In the hazy, Yvette saw a familiar silhouette.

In an instant, her tears fell, and she struggled to speak.

"Lance... Is it you?"

The tall figure paused slightly..

Then, Yvette could no longer speak and fell asleep.