Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Snatch the Child From Her

Belle fell asleep.

Yvette returned to her room but could not fall asleep.

Perhaps, Yvette should replace Belle a father, who could be there for her as she grew up.

Yvette believed that Alan would agree with her if he were alive.

However, Yvette could only start choosing a man when her marriage ended.

Thinking of her husband, who appeared out of nowhere, Yvette was even more distressed.

She buried her head under the pillow and rubbed her head against it hard.

Jerk!

At the bar.

The three men were seated, drinking hard to drown their sorrows.

After the first round, Marvin kickstarted the second round.

"Why are you drinking so much today?" Marvin was a little surprised when he saw Lance downing one shot after another.

Lance remained silent with a long face.

"Isn't Yvette coming back a good thing? Why are you still upset?" Marvin asked.

Lance asked out of nowhere, "Can a woman be pregnant for two years?

"What?"

Marvin burst into laughter, wining coming out of his mouth.

"Come on, buddy. This isn't a fairy tale."

Marvin said, "Very few women are pregnant for eleven months, let alone two years. I mean, the baby could go to kindergarten upon birth if the mother was pregnant for two years." This dashed Lance's hope.

He gloomily picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Have you met Yvette's child?" Marvin asked.

Lance nodded expressionlessly.

Marvin asked casually, "Who does Belle take after?"

Lance tried to remember the kid's face.

Her round eyes, long eyelashes, and tiny face. The girl looked like Yvette when she smiled.

"She takes after Yvette."

Lance had investigated Alan and seen his photos.

As much as Lance hated to admit it, Alan and Yvette looked a bit similar. So, Lance couldn't tell if the girl was more like Alan or Yvette.

But Lance felt that Belle was more like her mother.

"Have you never suspected that the child is yours?" Jamie suddenly spoke.

Strange things like resurrection could happen. Maybe there was a chance that the girl's father was Lance.

Distressed, Lance gulped a mouthful of alcohol.

Of course, he thought of that possibility and investigated it.

Lance searched for information when he was told Yvette had a daughter.

He found Belle's birth certificate, the birth record of the hospital, and even a birth video clip.

Everything was clear. No loopholes.

Lance finally realized after Yvette left that Charlie could not be the girl's father..

Charlie, a sinister and cunning man, might trick Lance into doubting Yvette.

But before Lance could talk to Yvette and clarify his doubts, she suddenly left.

Looking at Lance's expression, Marvin knew that Lance must have investigated it.

Marvin leaned back on the sofa. "You and Yvette haven't divorced, have you? What do you think about the child?"

After all, the Wolseley family had not yet had a grandson. If Lance did not want to divorce, custody would be a major problem.

Now that Colton's father had passed away, Colton became an influential figure in the family.

The man loved drama and chaos. Whether the girl was the biological daughter of Lance, Colton just wouldn't accept her.

Thinking of Belle, Lance felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

It got stronger and spread to his entire body.

"If Yvette doesn't refuse, the girl will be a Wolseley," Lance put an arm on the armrest, as he said calmly.

Marvin tutted. He hadn't expected that Lance would accept the child of Yvette and another man.

This was beyond his expectations.

He clinked the wine bottle with Lance's. "Don't tell Yvette about it."

"Why?" Lance raised his eyebrows.

"Are you stupid?"

"In that case, Yvette will think you are snatching the girl from her," Marvin said.

What Marvin didn't say was that Lance's expression made it more convincing that he wanted to snatch the girl.

Marvin raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Yvette's daughter was very cute.

When he got a chance, Marvin would go see the girl.

Halfway through, Jamie's phone rang.

What the other side said was unclear, but Jamie's face fell.

After hanging up, Jamie got up and left.

Staring at his back, Marvin sighed softly.

After Ellen passed away, Jamie started tormenting himself.

Others tried to talk some sense into him, but nothing worked.

Later, another man joined Jamie.

Seeing his two friends so dispirited, Marvin had no choice.

Fortunately, Lance had pulled himself together for his mother.

Finally, he moved on.

Jamie survived because he was determined to take care of his mother in her old age.

Jamie arrived at the clubhouse.

He kicked the door one by one.

All those who were indulging themselves behind the doors were caught off guard. They cursed Jamie for being so rude.

Jamie turned a deaf ear and kept on kicking on the door as he didn't replace the person he was looking for.

When Jenny Green, the manager of the club, saw the man making such a fuss, she hurriedly came forward, lit a cigarette, and appeased Jamie. "Mr. McBride, why are you so mad?"

Everyone was intimidated by Jamie's aggressive expression.

With a half-lit cigarette in his mouth, Jamie said coldly, "Where's Miranda?"

Jenny broke out in a cold sweat.

That slut dared to call for help.

"Miranda..."

Jenny stammered for a while, "Miranda asked for leave tonight. She said that her friend is celebrating her birthday."""

"Birthday?"

"Yeah, birthday. She went to a birthday party."

The waiters were busy giving out wine to appease the guests.

Seeing that, Jenny was pissed off.

Jenny just asked Miranda to serve Mr. Baker for a night. How dared she cause so much trouble?

She did not dare to offend Jamie, that formidable man. But Jenny could give Miranda a hard time.

She would make Miranda suffer.

"Are you sure?" Jamie sneered.

"Of course. She really is..."

Before she could finish, Jenny's fake smile was replaced by horror.

"Ah!"

Jenny screamed.

Jamie strode into a private room.

He casually shoved the head of a fat man who was groping a girl into an ashtray!

"Bang!"

The man's head started bleeding-

His howls echoed in the private room.

The cigarette light cast a shadow on Jamie's face, making him look scarier to the outsiders.

"Do you want to continue with your birthday?" he asked.

Jenny's heart almost stopped as she screamed, "No more birthday. Miranda is in Room 8.

"Please, McBride."

Jenny was in a panic. She screamed, "Please stop it and forgive me. I just have a small business. I don't make enough to compensate all the guests!"

Jamie let go and left.

Private Room No. 8.

An old man was stripping a woman's clothes. But before he could make the next move, he heard a loud noise.

The next moment, the man was thrown out the door.

The girl was curling up on the sofa. Seeing the man, she almost cried.

"Jamie, you're finally here."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Looking at her face with infatuation, Jamie reached out to touch her face.

Feeling more aggrieved, Miranda cried silently.

Suddenly, the man's hand froze in the air, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.

When Miranda was confused, she felt a sharp pain in her chin.

Jamie's icy gaze fell on her, as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up.

"Don't cry."

When Miranda cried, she was no longer like that woman.