Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 290

Chapter 290 This Scheming Man!

Lance said, "If you want to file a lawsuit and divorce, with our legal department's strength, two years or five years is not a problem. If you still want to take this route, please leave. The door is there." Lance continued to look at the document in his hand, looking as if he could do whatever he wanted.

Yvette was speechless. "Mr. Wolseley, how much is your personal secretary's monthly salary? Can I pay for it? 80 thousand dollars or 800 thousand? Can I pay for it?"

Lance glanced at Yvette and said, "I don't want anyone else. I only want you."

Lance looked serious, just like when he was in the bed that day.

In an instant, Yvette blushed and scolded Lance, "You are shameless. You're a rogue, bastard..."

Lance interrupted Yvette and said coldly, "Do you need me to remind you that you are begging me to divorce now?"

Yvette immediately shut her mouth.

This scheming man!

It was just being a secretary for a month. Yvette would definitely make Lance regret this decision.

At most, Lance would take the initiative to propose a divorce to Yvette in ten days.

Yvette smiled happily and said, "Then let's agree that no matter how well I do, I will definitely get my divorce in a month."

I won't be good.

I have to let Lance know that in advance.

"Yes, but..."

Lance frowned and asked, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes. This is urgent." Yvette did not hide anything.

Yvette was mainly in a hurry to replace a stepfather for Belle.

After thinking it through, Yvette cooperated and stood up. Yvette said, "I can be on duty today. Today can also be counted as a day."

Lance's deep eyes darkened slightly. The two of them stood in the same room, but they were thinking different things.

One tried so hard to keep the other, and the other just wanted to leave.

Lance said, "Sure."

Yvette asked, "Where is my office?"

Frankie took Yvette over. It was her former office.

The office kept the original decoration, and nothing had been moved.

After Yvette entered, Yvette sneezed and opened the window. "Why is this place so dead? This environment is not good for my work. Frankie, can you change the furniture?"

Frankie could not really treat Yvette as a colleague, so he said respectfully, "Sure."

Then, in the afternoon, Yvette saw the furniture company deliver a leather sofa, a yellow rosewood office desk chair, and two sets of painted porcelain bottles.

In just one afternoon, Yvette had cost nearly ten million yuan.

When the finance department sent the bill to Lance's office, Lance signed it without even raising his eyebrows.

After signing it, Lance said, "There's no need for me to approve every single one of them. It's so troublesome. All of the expenses for Ms. Thiel this month will be paid from my personal account." The implication was to let Yvette do whatever she wanted.

The person from the finance department looked incredulous. Why does Mr. Wolseley look so happy?

Yvette sat leisurely in the office in the afternoon. There was no work.

Yvette called Marlon and asked him to investigate what Lance hated.

Originally, Marlon did not agree with Yvette's work in Lance's company because Marlon was afraid that Yvette would fall into the wolf's den again.

However, Yvette felt that this was the fastest way to get a divorce. If Lance filed for a legal lawsuit, even if Yvette did not know anything, the legal department would still drag her into something. It might take five years to get a divorce.

What a bad fate!

Yvette couldn't wait that long.

When Yvette was about to get off work, Frankie came to inform her, "Ms. Thiel, Mr. Wolseley asked you to go to a business dinner with him tonight."

"But I have to go home," Yvette refused..

Frankie said, "Ms. Thiel, this is the duty of a private secretary."

Yvette was speechless.

Yvette reluctantly got into the car. Lance was mean. He asked Yvette to be a private secretary, and Yvette had to be on duty for

24 hours.

Lance was exploiting Yvette.

After arriving at the location, Lance was dealing with an urgent matter on the line. Yvette went out of the car to wait for him.

It had just rained in the evening, and it was a little cold outside. Yvette was ready to go directly to the restaurant to wait for

him.

The usher at the entrance of the restaurant greeted Yvette.

Yvette didn't know which room they were going to, so she said to the usher, "I am waiting for someone here."

When the usher saw that Yvette was beautiful and dressed well, the usher thought that she was there to be with a sugar daddy,

so the usher smiled and did not speak.

At the door, a woman's flattering voice came.

"Mr. Kipling, Mrs. Kipling, what a nice coincidence to meet you here!"

The middle-aged man looked up at the woman and asked with a puzzled face, "You are?"

"Don't you remember? 1 am Yazmin, the design director of Tide Studio!"

Yazmin? The design director of Tide Studio?

Yvette's eyes lit up.

Isn't that Lance's first love that Marlon has told me about?

Yvette carefully sized Yazmin up. Yazmin had willowy eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Yazmin looked barely beautiful, but Yazmin was a little arrogant.

"Is that so?" Paul looked perfunctory. It seemed that he still did not remember her.

Yazmin did not give up. Yazmin took out an invitation letter and stuffed it into Paul's hand. Yazmin said, "Next week, there

will be a new product release show. Don't forget to bring your wife with you."

Yvette saw it very clearly from the side. When Yazmin stuffed the invitation letter, her hand had been stroking the back of Paul's hand. Even when the man looked at the invitation letter, Yazmin deliberately rubbed him with her calf. It was

disgusting.

Yvette picked up her phone and wanted to ask Frankie which room they were going to.

Unexpectedly, Yvette pressed it on the camera and there was a click.

It attracted the attention of the three people in front of Yvette.

Yazmin felt guilty and immediately went forward to ask, "You just.....”

When Yazmin saw Yvette's face, Yazmin stuttered a few times as if she had seen a ghost.

"You... Yvette!"

Since Yazmin was Lance's first love, it was not surprising that Yazmin knew Yvette. Yvette was not surprised at all.

Yazmin recovered after a while and said in a fierce voice, "Why aren't you dead?"

"Aren't you still alive?" Yvette refuted.

"You!" Yazmin gritted her teeth in anger and asked, "What did you take just now?"

"I accidentally pressed it. I didn't take anything," Yvette said honestly.

The veins on Yazmin's forehead throbbed.

Nothing?

There was such a loud sound. You can't deceive me!

"Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and give me your phone and delete it."

Paul also felt a little guilty. He didn't say anything just now and allowed Yazmin to rub against him because he wanted to have a chance to have more interaction with Yazmin.

He didn't expect to be photographed by someone. It would be a disaster if his wife next to him knew..

Paul stepped forward and pretended to speak for Yazmin. He threatened, "Young lady, it's not good for you to take pictures of others. Hand over your phone and delete it." Yvette thought that they were indeed the same kind of people. This man was not a good person.

Yvette clenched her cell phone tightly and looked at the two of them. "I said that I accidentally pressed it. Why are you guys so anxious? Are you guilty of something?"

"Who is guilty!"

Yazmin looked at Yvette fiercely and said, "Are you going to hand it over or not?"

"I won't. Why should I hand my phone over to you?"

At this time, the usher saw that they were arguing.

The usher came up and asked Yazmin warmly, "What's wrong, Ms. Myers?"

It seemed that the usher knew Yazmin. Yazmin was a regular here. The usher knew that she was the design director of Tide Studio. It was said Yazmin came from a strong background and that there was a big boss behind her.

However, it was the first time that the usher had seen Yvette.

The usher took the lead and felt that Yvette was definitely the type of girl who came to a high-end restaurant to catch a rich

man.

Yazmin pointed at Yvette and said, "This woman secretly took photos of me. Get me her phone!"

The usher had long wanted to curry favor with Yazmin and jump out of this place.

If there was a chance, the usher would have to perform well. Now, it was the moment.

The usher immediately said coldly, "Miss, please cooperate and hand over your phone. Otherwise, I will call the security guard

over."