Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 312

Chapter 312 Am I Such a Person?

"..."

Marvin suddenly didn't know what to say.

Marvin's logic didn't allow him to understand Lance at all.

Marvin said angrily, "You are really insane!"

Lance held Yvette's arm and let Marvin inject the tranquilizer. Lance really didn't want Marvin to touch Yvette at all.

Marvin gritted his teeth and injected the tranquilizer. Then, he snorted and said, "There may be sequelae, such as having a fever or feeling thirsty. It is normal. Let her drink more water and speed up her metabolism. It can help remove the toxins."

Lance listened to it carefully. But after Marvin finished speaking, Lance immediately dragged Marvin out of the room.

"Thank you."

Marvin was just about to get angry. But when Marvin heard Lance say thank you, he was appeased. "You still have a conscience."

But before Marvin could finish speaking.....

Bang!

The door closed.

Marvin thought, Lance has a conscience, but he's still a bastard.

In the room...

Yvette had already quieted down and fallen asleep.

Lance was afraid that Yvette would feel hot, so he removed the tightly wrapped quilt and changed it into a thin quilt.

Lance was afraid that Yvette would have a fever at night, so he sat by the bed. In this way, it was easier for Lance to look after

Yvette.

At night, Yvette murmured, "Water."

Lance suddenly woke up and brought over a cup of warm water. He helped Yvette up and fed her some water.

Yvette drank it slowly. When Yvette thought it was enough, she turned her head away.

After Lance put the cup away, Yvette fell asleep again.

Lance reached out to touch Yvette's forehead. Fortunately, she didn't have a fever.

When it was dawn, Lance finally felt relieved.

Marvin said that Yvette would be fine if she didn't have a fever for the whole night.

Lance went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette. Then, he called Frankie and said in a cold voice, "Have you found something about last night?"

"Mr. Horton should have been drugged at that time. When he caught a female service staff member in the hotel and was about to do something to her, he was caught on the spot by the police. He's still in the police station."

After a pause, Frankie continued, "However, I heard that his family members have been negotiating with that female service staff in private. They have given her quite a lot of money. There is a high chance that Mr. Horton will be released."

"Keep an eye on him. After he gets out, ask him for more details and deal with him then."

Then, Lance hung up the phone.

Seeing that Yvette was still asleep, Lance turned around and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

On the big bed....

Yvette turned over and slowly opened her eyes.

The room was full of white color.

Yvette thought, this... doesn't look like my home!

Yvette immediately sat up in fright and looked around in panic.

Yvette's memory was still stuck at the dinner at the hotel that night. Why was she here all of a sudden?

Yvette looked around and didn't replace her phone. She quickly picked up the hotel phone and called Marlon. Marlon quickly answered the call.

"Marlon."

Yvette had just woken up, and she couldn't remember what had happened at this time. Thus, when she spoke, it sounded like she was crying.

"What's wrong, Yvette?" Marlon asked worriedly.

"I seem to have been drugged last night."

Yvette felt a headache. She clearly remembered that she had escaped.

But why was she still in the hotel?

Other than feeling a little sore in her body, Yvette did not feel any discomfort, nor did she feel like she was forced to have sex with someone.

However, Yvette was not very sure about it...

"Where are you now?" Marlon asked worriedly.

Yvette looked at the signboard at the head of the bed. "The presidential suite of Consuela Hotel."

"Be careful. Call the police first. I'll send someone over now. I'm in Luxembourg. I'll go back after making sure that dad is OK."

"What happened to dad?" Yvette asked.

Marlon didn't want Yvette to worry, so he said, "It's not a big thing. Don't worry. I'll take the earliest flight back tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Yvette called home again and told Kamila not to worry about her.

At this time, there was a sudden noise coming from the bathroom.

Yvette stared in the direction of the bathroom warily, picked up the check-in crystal nameplate on the bedside table, and walked to the door of the bathroom quietly.

Creak.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Lance saw the empty bed and felt that his heart sank. He said nervously, "Yve.."

But before Lance could finish a word...

Bang!

Someone hit Lance's forehead fiercely with something.

In an instant, Lance's forehead was broken, and blood came out.

After Yvette hit the target, she wanted to give another strike. But when the man turned his face, Yvette was stunned.

Yvette opened her mouth and said in a daze, "Why is it you?"

Lance frowned deeply. He recalled the scene of Yvette lying in Caiden's arms yesterday. He said with a cold and heavy tone, "Who else do you think should be here?" Yvette didn't say a word.

At the same time, Yvette took two steps back and looked at Lance with a guarded expression.

This scene made Lance even more unhappy.

Lance took a step forward and was about to explain. But Yvette said, "Don't come over. I'm calling the police!"

Lance was speechless.

Yvette tightened her grip on her clothes and said warily, "Don't think that I don't know what you're going to do. Did Mr. Horton have an agreement with you last night?" Yvette had heard of the chaos in the media industry before.

There were many cases where beauties were sent to some big shots' beds in order to curry favor with those big shots.

After thinking this, Yvette suspected that Lance might be in cahoots with Pearce.

The corners of Lance's mouth twitched. He only felt so angry that he couldn't speak at this moment.

Yvette felt that her guess was reasonable.

Seeing that Lance was staring at her silently, Yvette directly lifted the lamp to guard against Lance in front of her.

This scene made Lance laugh in anger.

Lance casually took a towel and wiped the blood on his forehead. Then, he threw the towel into the laundry basket and said unhurriedly, "Just call the police if you dare." Yvette thought, do you think I don't dare to do that?

Without hesitation, Yvette pressed the button and called the police. She defined Lance as a molester on the phone.

Yvette was clear-headed and looked at Lance during the whole process. It looked like she was deliberately telling Lance. The atmosphere in the room was tense and cold.

As Yvette spoke, Lance's face turned cold. In the end, Lance's expression became very gloomy.

After hanging up the phone, Yvette did not show any fear on her face.

Yvette thought if Lance really touched her, she would definitely show no mercy and make him pay the price.

"Are you so sure that I am such a person?"

Lance didn't sleep last night. So, his voice was a little hoarse, and it was even colder now.

Yvette's voice was also very cold. She said, "One can't judge a book by its cover. It's just like I didn't think you wouldn't cheat on me, but you actually did, right?" "You are the only woman I have in my life," Lance explained.

Yvette thought it was funny.

Even if Lance didn't have sex with another woman, he did have soul infidelity.

In Yvette's heart, Lance had cheated on her anyway.

Yvette said disdainfully, "Mr. Wolseley, don't tell me you want me to award you for keeping your virginity. But this can't be considered a virtue in this day and age!"

Yvette's words made Lance's body stiffen, and his face became even gloomier,

Yvette didn't care whether Lance had slept with another woman or not.

Lance thought he was still loyal to Yvette, but Yvette didn't think so.

Yvette said, "Oh. By the way, your sweetheart was also at that party last night. If your sweetheart knew that you were a person with dirty thoughts and only wanted to sleep with other women, would she be disappointed and sad?"

Since Lance had already explained before, he didn't mind keeping explaining.

Lance said, "I have never liked her from the beginning to the end. I'm tolerant of her only because she has saved me before. Is that clear enough?"

"But your tolerance hurt me." Yvette's eyes were cold.

At this moment, Lance almost suspected that Yvette had already recovered her memories.

Otherwise, how could the coldness in Yvette's eyes make Lance feel hurt?