Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Are You Satisfied?

Yazmin had not seen Lance for a long time, but she was afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.

After Yvette "died", Lance behaved as if he had forgotten about Yazmin and had no dealings with her.. Later, when Marcus came to replace her, she immediately told him about Lance's plan against Marcus.

Marcus made use of the information and defeated Lance. After taking back the leadership, Marcus gave Yazmin the benefits he promised, which was 15% of the shares of Tide Studio. After the abortion, Yazmin heard that Lucas had died in an accident in the detention center. Everything was exactly what Yazmin wanted.

However, Yazmin's dream of being Lance's wife also stopped at that time.

Because Lance had a hard time and was almost kicked out of the shareholder meeting of the Wolseley Group, which was under Marcus' control. Lance's future was grim.

Who would have thought that Lance would rise again one year later?

Lance had a terrifying capacity.

Yazmin hadn't seen Lance for a long time. She feared him. At the same time, her heart raced when she saw him.

This man had become even more handsome and charming than before.

That obsession began to stir again.

Yazmin played the victim as she did in the past. "Lance, I don't know why Yvette wanted to take a photo of me."

As Yazmin spoke, she looked at Yvette and said with a choked voice, "Yvette, if you want to shoot me, you can just shoot me. I won't reject you. Why are you so sneaky..."

It was as if Yazmin had become a completely different person.

The corners of Yvette's mouth twitched. Although Yvette had no memory of Yazmin, Yvette was annoyed by what Yazmin did.

Yazmin was simply disgusting.

Is Yazmin really Lance's sweetheart?

Even though Yazmin knew that this man had a wife, Yazmin still hooked up with him. Yazmin is a home wrecker.

Lance looked at Yvette and said, "She is right."

What?

Yvette was furious!

Lance was still defending his sweetheart.

Yvette was sure that she must have suffered a lot in the past.

Her eyes

flashed.

Since Lance cares so much about Yazmin, I will embarrass Yazmin deliberately. It would be best if Lance can't stand it and immediately divorce me.

Yvette smiled. "Do you care about a home wrecker?"

These words made Yazmin's face darken in a second.

Yazmin was now a director of Tide Studio, but Yvette actually said that she was a home wrecker in front of others!

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lance said coldly.

Yvette said with disdain, "She knows this man has a wife, but she still hooks up with him and flirts with him. Isn't she a home

wrecker?"

"I didn't hook up with him. I didn't flirt with him."

Lance lowered his voice and said gently, "I mean, if you really want to take a photo, you can take it. I will let her go to the company so that you can take a photo of her. Is that OK?"

Yazmin was stunned!

Is he still that arrogant and conceited man?

How could he possibly use such a humble tone to coax a woman?

And what does he mean by this?

It sounds as if I am a toy that can make Yvette happy.

"I don't want to take a picture of her."

Yvette did not want to argue with him. She wanted to pick up her phone that had just been knocked out.

Lance bent down earlier than she did, picked it up, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean before handing it to her.

Yvette took it and thanked him.

Paul recognized who the man in front of him was and went forward to flatter him. "Mr. Wolseley, is this your secretary? The usher is a fool. How could your secretary come here to hook a man?"

In an instant, the usher's face changed.

It seemed that she was in big trouble.

"She is not my secretary," Lance said.

Yvette recalled that her brother had said that they had been secretly married. Lance did not want to admit their marriage. However, she did not expect that he would avoid suspicion to such an extent that even being his secretary was denied.

What a bastard.

The next second, Lance said lightly, "She is my wife."

Breaking news.

Not only the others but Yvette herself was also shocked.

This man admitted it so easily.

Yazmin was so jealous that her face was distorted.

Yazmin couldn't believe her ears.

Lance had publicly acknowledged Yvette's identity.

Yazmin had dreamed of it for years. Now, this slut made it so easily.

Paul immediately changed his lecherous expression and said in surprise, "So you are Mrs. Wolseley. I didn't recognize you.'

Paul smiled at Yvette with a flattering smile. "Mrs. Wolseley, I'm sorry for the offense. Please forgive me."

Yvette felt a little sick. Yvette showed the phone to Paul's wife and said, “Mrs. Kipling, I accidentally took this photo. You might want to take a look.”

In a split second, both Paul and Yazmin changed their faces.

Sophia saw that Yazmin was rubbing her leg against Paul's leg and that Paul was holding the back of Yazmin's hand.

All of this happened right under her eyes.

Sophia returned the phone to Yvette and said in a calm tone, "Thank you."

The next second...

Clap.

Sophia slapped Paul several times.

Sophia roared, "You horny bastard!"

Paul was most afraid of Sophia getting angry. At this time, he forgot about anything and pointed at Yazmin. "Don't blame me. She was the one who seduced me!" Suddenly, Yazmin's face paled.

"Mr. Kipling, don't talk nonsense and accuse others!"

Sophia looked at Paul and then looked at Yazmin. Sophia sneered, "You didn't reject her when a bitch made a move on you."

So Paul and Yazmin were the same kinds of people.

Sophia was a well-bred person. If there was a problem, she would deal with her husband before she deals with other people.

"Ms. Myers, so this is how you do business. I'll remind my girlfriends to watch out."

After saying this, Sophia turned around and left without even looking at Paul.

Yazmin panicked.

Many of Sophia's friends were VIP guests of Tide Studio, and Yazmin also slept with some of their husbands.

It would be disastrous to be discovered.

Yazmin hurriedly said to Paul, "Mr. Kipling, explain to your wife."

Paul was worried that Sophia might get mad at him and remove him from his position. So Paul began to shift the blame.

"You seduced me. You touched my thigh first."

"I didn't, you old bastard!"

In an instant, they began to quarrel and even pulled at each other's hair.

Yazmin was no match for a man. Some of her hair was torn off by Paul, and her mouth was also bleeding.

Yazmin lay on the ground and reached out toward the man. "Lance, please help me..."

Yvette saw that the man's handsome face was cold and he did not say a word.

Yvette thought of how her brother told her that Lance didn't like scheming women.

Then Yvette decided to gloat over Yazmin.

Yvette deliberately raised her voice and said, "Mr. Wolseley, didn't you hear that your sweetheart is asking you for help?"

Unexpectedly, Lance ordered expressionlessly, "Kick them all out."

He said "them"!

Frankie gestured to the bodyguards and kicked out the three guys, including the usher.

The hall finally regained its silence.

Yvette had miscalculated.

Depressed, she followed Lance into the private room.

After entering the room, she didn't see anyone else. So, she asked curiously, "Where are the guests?"

Lance said calmly, "They can't come. Let's eat first."

Yvette was speechless.

She suspected that Lance was lying.

"Since the guests can't come, I will go back first."

But the food smelt good.

Yvette had just finished speaking when her stomach suddenly growled.

She was so embarrassed.

Lance pointed at the dishes on the table with his slender fingers, his voice low and sexy. "Are you sure you want to leave?"

Yvette hesitated.

This man knew her so well

All the dishes on the table were her favorites.

She reluctantly said, "I don't want to waste it. I'll eat some."

The man suddenly leaned over, his eyes full of passion. "Can you answer me a question before eating?"

They were so close that she could feel the light but pleasant smell of Lance.

Yvette couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster.

Why is he so close when he talks to me?

"What's the problem?" she asked.

"Are you satisfied?"

"What?"

"Are you satisfied with my performance just now, Mrs. Wolseley?" the man asked, pressing Yvette against the wall.