Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 298

Chapter 298 She Is Back

The voice.

Jamie's eyes turned red in a second!

He put his hands on the ground to support himself and wanted to hug the woman in his arms.

The woman lifted her leg and stepped on Jamie's hand with her black high heel.

The woman's voice was so chilled, "You look like a..."

She paused while summoning up more strength. It was as if she was going to penetrate the man's palm.

"You look like a stray dog that no one wants!"

With this, the woman went away.

"Ellen!"

The man's voice cracked.

"Don't leave me!"

His mouth was full of the scent of blood. His voice was so hoarse.

The tail lights of the blue car flickered as if they were mocking him.

"Don't leave me."

But his voice was drowned by the roars of the car.

"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

Jamie's tears brimmed in his eyes. The next moment, they trickled down his cheek, fell to the ground, and evaporated in the wind. However, no one responded.

Until Jack came looking for him.

That night, Jack drove Jamie to every corner of New York to replace Ellen.

It was dusk.

"Mr. McBride, you drank a lot last night. Do you want some hangover relief tablets?" Jack said hesitantly.

In fact, Jack felt that Jamie had hallucinations because he drank too much.

Ms. Robbins passed away five years ago.

Jamie sat in the back seat gloomily, with his black shirt covered in dirt.

Staring at the bloodstain on the back of his hand and muttered, "She's back."

Jack still thought that Jamie was hallucinating.

Ms. Robbins couldn't be alive.

Otherwise, who was the one in Mr. McBride's house?

Jack did not dare to think about it.

Yvette needed to go to the studio in the morning.

When she got in the car, Yvette found that it was not the driver, but Marlon, in the driver's seat.

"Are you free today?"

"Yeah, I will take you there."

Marlon seemed to be in a bad mood. The skin was rubbed off the corner of his lips.

Yvette asked in surprise, "What's wrong with your mouth? Did Belle accidentally scratch you?"

Marlon's eyes flickered, as he said casually, "I wasn't paying attention and got myself hurt."

Taking his word for it, Yvette said in distress, "Why were you so careless?"

Marlon touched the corner of his lips and felt a slight pain..

Marlon was still in regret. He shouldn't have drunk wine last night.

He stopped his random thoughts and asked Yvette, "Are you able to deal with the man properly?"

Yvette knew that Marlon was asking about Lance. She nodded. "I'm fine."

Other than being a bit capricious, Lance was still easy to deal with.

A month was rather short. Yvette didn't think that the man would go back on his words.

When the time came, they would divorce. Everything would be fine.

Marlon thought of the man's determination and felt a bit worried.

The image of Yvette lying on the sickbed was still lingering in his mind.

Marlon wanted Yvette to stay away from Lance.

Yvette was his sister and the youngest member of the Lynn family.

She should have had all the love in the world. But due to a mistake, Lance brought Yvette too much suffering.

It was because Yvette wanted to finish her mother's unfinished business.

Otherwise, Marlon would never have allowed her to return to New York.

"Yvette, why don't I replace a lawyer for you? The Wolseley family has a strong team of lawyers, but they are not invincible," Marlon said, looking down.

Taking them to the court was easier said than done.

Yvette had learned about the lawyer team of the Wolseley family. They had never lost a lawsuit over the years.

Put the outcome aside. The long duration of the lawsuit made Yvette upset.

Yvette had no memory of Lance now, but she was still his wife.

This drove her mad.

"Let me try again. If it doesn't work, I will hand it over to you."

"Okay."

Marlon cast a gentle look at Yvette. "Just tell me if you run into any trouble. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry. I will be fine."

Before getting out of the car, something came into Yvette's mind.

"Do you know any single men?"

"Why?"

"Set them up with Susana."

"I didn't know Susana wanted a boyfriend." Marlon frowned.

"I mentioned it to her before. She didn't refuse it." Yvette nodded.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Yvette felt Marlon was unhappy. He said grimly, "You should solve your problem first before caring about others."

He meant that Yvette should stay away from Susana's business.

Yvette was just afraid that Dominic, that lunatic man, would replace Susana again. By that time, no one would protect Susana.

When Yvette got out of the car, she thought of something.

"Has Stephen returned from his business trip?" Yvette asked Marlon.

Stephen, a good friend of Marlon, was rich, handsome, and single.

Since Marlon didn't want to replace Susana a boyfriend, Yvette decided to help Susana out.

"Yeah, he came back yesterday. Why?"

Yvette had a plan. She said with a smile. "Nothing. Drive safely."

Then, she turned around.

Yvette took out her phone and sent a message to Stephen.

"Stephen, are you free?"

Stephen texted back.

"Yeah, I am."

"Anything I can do for you?"

Stephen sent two messages in a row.

"Would you like to have dinner with me? I have a friend who is still single."

Stephen did not reply.

He didn't text back until evening.

"Sure."

Yvette heaved a sigh of relief, as she thought Stephen would turn her down.

She didn't expect him to say yes.

"See you soon."

A notification popped up. Yvette saw a text message.

It was from Lance. "What are you doing?"

Yvette gave a curt reply. "Busy."

After that, she didn't check her phone anymore.

At night.

Yvette and Stephen met in the restaurant. Susana was still on the road due to heavy traffic.

They waited for a while. Susana called Yvette and said she couldn't come for dinner.

Hanging up, Yvette looked at Stephen apologetically.

"Stephen, I'm sorry. My friend won't be here."

"It doesn't matter."

Instead of feeling disappointed, Stephen looked relaxed.

Yvette said with a smile, "As you just came back from a business trip, the dinner is on me."

"Okay."

They chatted gleefully during dinner.

Halfway through, a waiter brought a bottle of wine and placed it on the table.

Yvette recognized the brand and knew it was very expensive.

When Yvette was still in confusion, she heard the waiter say, "It was a gift from the gentleman in the private room upstairs."

Yvette looked up and saw a pair of cold eyes staring at her.