Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 47

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 47 I'll Show You My Craziness

Yvette trembled with anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "Lance, I will tell you one last time. My senior and I are just friends! He thinks of me as his younger sister, that's all!" Younger sister?

Lance sneered. He couldn't make a mistake as a man.

Judging from that person's eyes, he definitely didn't see Yvette as his sister!

Lance's gaze fell on Yvette's curvaceous body. His Adam's apple rolled. The dress that exposed her waist almost drove him crazy.

Moreover, Yvette never liked to attend banquets or gatherings, but today, she acted out of her usual self and dressed up.

When all the signs were put together, they angered Lance.

Lance narrowed his eyes and took a step forward with a dangerous aura.

"So, you came to the banquet because you wanted to meet this man?"

Yvette was about to flare up after hearing this. It was fine if he didn't believe her, but he actually

slandered her.

Why was she hoping that Lance would believe her?

It was not his first time blaming her for no reason.

Supposedly, she had left the impression of a loose woman on Lance.

However, the truth was that he was the one who was unfaithful in his marriage. What right did he have to criticize her?

Her anger which had been suppressed for a long time couldn't be contained any longer.

Yvette did not care about anything else and just wanted to roar.

"Lance, you always tell me not to contact my senior. What about you? Aren't you and Yazmin still in a relationship?

"We have a normal relationship and didn't do anything shameful, and we are not as sneaky as you!

"Time has changed, and we all have the freedom to do what we want to do. Autocracy no longer exists. Do you know that?" Yvette was so angry that she almost cried.

They were the ones in the wrong, but why was she the one being bullied?

Just because she loved Lance?

Because she loved Lance, Lance could humiliate her at will.

If so, she would force herself to abandon this relationship which brought her humiliation.

Yvette clenched her fists and said coldly, "If you let my senior disappear, I will go with him." "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Lance gritted his teeth, and his narrow eyes turned red as if he wanted to tear Yvette apart. The grief in Yvette's heart was almost flooding.

In Lance's eyes, apart from Yazmin and his family, other people were not important.

She and her senior were like insects that could be crushed by Lance at any time.

They were ordinary and didn't have a good family background, did it mean that they had to submit?

Never.

"Lance, our divorce has nothing to do with my senior."

She looked up at him and said, "If you have to hurt him, I will compensate him with

Lance was in high dudgeon after hearing this!

He felt as if he was being strangled. He was unable to breathe.

Yvette was willing to die for another man.

He would never allow it!

my life!"

His eyes were filled with anger as he pinched her chin. "Don't even think about it! Let me tell you, even if we divorce, don't even think about marrying another man! I won't allow it!" Yvette felt pain in her chin because it was pinched by Lance. Yvette struggled and said, “Lance, are you crazy?"

"Crazy?"

Lance pursed his lips and swept everything on the table off with his hand.

The vase rolled on the carpet a few times, and the petals and water stained it.

Lance held Yvette's waist with one hand, exhaled to her ears, and sneered, "Then I'll show you my

craziness..."

"Ah!"

After a moment of dizziness, Yvette was lying on the table, and Lance was pressing down on her. Realizing what he was going to do, Yvette had an extremely pale face, and tears flowed out. She kept struggling, "You madman, bastard!"

How could he be here?

How could he humiliate her in a strange room at the birthday banquet of her biological grandfather?

Her struggle was useless. It couldn't affect Lance in the slightest.

"You made me." Lance's narrow eyes darkened.

It was followed by the sound of something torn apart.

Lance brutally tore Yvette's long gown. It revealed her fair and straight legs.

Yvette's beautiful face was covered in tears, and any man who saw this would become crazy. Lance's Adam's apple moved up and down. When he thought that another man would see this face, he was so irritable that he wanted to kill.

Yvette panicked. They were not home! She flustered and refused, "Lance, what do you want to do!" "Fuck you!" Lance stared at her with his dark eyes. His aura of aggression was about to envelop

Yvette.

Yvette was about to go crazy.

Lance actually said such shameless words in a domineering manner.

There might not be another guy like him in New York!

Lance held Yvette's hands and raised them above her head. His hot breath blew on Yvette's ears.

"You are mine. No one can get their hands on you!"

With that, Lance lifted Yvette's torn dress with both hands and moved his hands up along the

crack...

Outside the door, there was the voice of a passerby.

What was more, the door was ajar.

As long as one passed by, he could see them having sex with a push of the door...

Yvette tensed up, and in desperation, she kicked Lance in his crotch.

Lance was caught off guard. He frowned and snorted, but he was still holding Yvette tightly.

Their eyes met, and Yvette's disgust was caught by Lance.

Lance's eyes suddenly turned cold and his lips curled into a sneer. "Isn't it too late to hate me after

sleeping with me for two years?"

"Shut up!"

Yvette gritted her teeth in hatred. Lance could always easily stir up her emotions.

Her eyes were red and her hair was messy. Yvette was trembling from anger, making her like a fragile beauty.

Lance gulped, "But I haven't had enough sleep..."

Yvette was so angry. Was Yazmin not enough for him? Did Lance want to be served by two women at the same time? That would never happen.

When Yvette thought that Lance had treated Yazmin like this, she felt disgusted.

She stared at Lance for a while, then suddenly turned her head and bit him.

A heart-wrenching pain came from Lance's wrist.

Lance looked down. The woman who he couldn't soften up actually bit him.

She even used all of her strength.

Before Lance came to his senses, Yvette had pushed him away and ran out. Yvette got out and found that the dress was torn.

Going out like this would attract the attention of everyone present for sure.

Yvette turned her around and wanted to look for Tanya to help her, but before she stepped into the room, she was stopped by a servant.

The woman sized Yvette up and asked, "Ms. Thiel, are you going to change your clothes? Come with

me."

Yvette didn't think too much about it and thought that the villa had people handle special situations. like the Wolseley family's old mansion.

The servant did not say a word as she led the way, and Yvette followed her for a while, only to replace that something was wrong.

They came to a place that was like a backyard.

This was not a place to entertain guests.

Yvette stopped and asked warily, "Where are you taking me?"

The servant glanced at her and said coldly, "Madam wants to see you."

Madam?

Wasn't that the stepmother who didn't get along with Tanya?

Without thinking, Yvette knew that nothing good would happen if she agreed.

"Sorry, I don't want to see her," Yvette refused the servant.

The servant suddenly sneered and clapped her hands. "That's not up to you."

One on the left and one on the right, two bodyguards popped up. They carried Yvette into the room and threw her to the ground.