Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 48

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 48 Die Together

Fortunately, Yvette's hand touched the ground first and supported the body, so Yvette did not fall.

"You are Lance's wife?"

A slightly aged voice came from above Yvette's head.

Yvette looked up and saw a sixty-year-old woman sitting in the armchair in front of her. The woman's face was cold. She was dressed luxuriously.

Just as Yvette was about to speak, a strong wind blew over.

Bang.

Yvette was slapped viciously on both cheeks.

The woman had slapped Yvette very hard.

Almost instantly, Yvette's cheeks swelled.

"You actually ignored Mrs. Naegele's question. You are so rude!"

Emilie blew on her red hand and said with a sinister smile. She looked at Yvette viciously.

Yvette's eyes were filled with anger. She stood up and wanted to hit Emilie.

But before Yvette could do anything, the servant behind her suddenly lifted her knee and kicked her

leg.

Yvette was attacked off guard and directly pounced forward.

Bang.

The porcelain vase on the bench in front of Yvette fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Oh my god!" Emilie shrieked and pointed at Yvette. "Bitch, you broke Mrs. Naegele's favorite antique vase."

"It wasn't me." Yvette frowned.

Emilie sneered, "There are so many people watching here. How dare

you

lie?"

"If she hadn't kicked me, I wouldn't have knocked down that vase." Yvette pointed at the maid. beside her with a calm expression.

Yvette felt that Emilie had come prepared, so she could not panic.

The servant said in surprise, "Miss, I don't know you at all. How can you frame me? You tripped yourself when you tried to hit Ms. Thackeray," "Right. Right," another maid echoed.

Emilie sneered, "With so many people watching, you still dare to lie. Capture her. Beat her until she admits it!"

Two servants came forward to hold Yvette as soon as Emilie finished speaking.

Yvette didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that Emilie kept staring at her belly when she commanded.

Yvette wondered, how did Emilie know about my pregnancy?

But now,

Yvette didn't have time to think about that.

"Don't touch me!"

Yvette forcefully shook off the servant's hand. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. Yvette said fiercely, "I am the daughter-in-law of the Wolseley family! I am a guest at today's banquet. How would you explain this to the Wolseley family?"

At the critical moment, the identity of the Wolseley family's daughter-in-law was indeed useful.

The two servants paused and hesitated.

Seeing that it was effective, Yvette calmed down and continued, "I didn't touch this vase. Even if I did, I would be able to pay ten times its price! If you beat me, you're going against the Wolseley family. Can you bear the consequences?"

This time, as expected, the two servants were scared. They stood there in a daze and looked at

Veronica Naegele, who was still sitting there.

Veronica turned the rosewood bracelet in her hand. But there was no trace of kindness on her face.

Veronica said slowly, "What are you doing? You are so rude! No wonder Lance didn't take you to see

me before.

Forget it. Today, I will discipline you on behalf of Lance. I will let you know to behave yourself!"

After saying that, Veronica blinked her eyes.

The two servants had served Veronica for many years and had done many bad things. They immediately understood and kicked Yvette's calf. Yvette instantly collapsed and knelt on the ground.

The other servant swung her hand and hit Yvette hard on the back of her head, making her lower

her head. Yvette felt her head buzzing.

The servant said, "Don't move."

Emilie stood behind Veronica. Her eyes were filled with disgust. "Mrs. Naegele, Lance doesn't like

her at all. This bitch tricked Lance into marrying her. And..."

Emilie looked at Yvette's ragged skirt like a wolf seeing its prey.

"Look. Her skirt is broken. Maybe she has done something disgusting with others at the banquet. You have to help Lance punish her!"

Veronica's wrinkled eyes narrowed into a line as she snapped, "You're shameless! How dare you do such a thing at the birthday banquet of Lance's great-grandfather! Beat her hard!"

With that said.

Another servant brought over a long wooden stick. It was as thick as an arm and was stained with blood. It was unknown how many people had been beaten up by it.

Yvette widened her eyes. "Are you guys crazy? You want to use illegal punishment?"

Even if Yvette could withstand such a thick stick, the child in her belly could not!

Veronica did not say anything. But Emilie could not wait any longer and pointed at Yvette, "Hurry up and hit her. Hit her hard!"

This was a scheme that Emilie had planned for a long time. She first let her great-grandfather see

Yvette as he wished.

Then, Emilie and her mother complained to Veronica. Veronica was partial to Emilie, so she would

teach Yvette a lesson. Emilie just had to bring Yvette to see Veronica.

Emilie thought, but there is a surprise. This little slut is pregnant!

It was great!

One corpse and two lives. That was perfect.

Emilie did not believe that the Wolseley family would blame Veronica.

At most, Emilie would give the servants some money and let them take the blame.

The two servants were used to this and were about to raise the sticks.

Yvette kicked the servant's hand and said coldly, "You deliberately hurt people. You will be sent to

jail!"

The vase and her bad manners were just excuses.

The people in this room clearly wanted to frame Yvette.

Whatever Yvette said, the result would not change.

But Yvette couldn't give up. She stared at Veronica and said with bright eyes, "Veronica, even if 1 have done something wrong, you should inform Lance. You should let him decide whether to punish me or not.!"

"Humph!"

The rosewood bracelet in Veronica's hand suddenly flew over and smashed onto Yvette's forehead.

Her forehead immediately became bruised.

"You don't have the right to criticize how I handle stuff!"

Without the bracelet as a cover, Veronica's face instantly turned ferocious. Veronica snorted coldly,

"What are you waiting for?"

Hearing that, the servants had no worries.

They pressed Yvette down. One of them raised the stick high as if she wanted to beat Yvette to a

pulp.

Yvette cried out in alarm, "You can't beat me! I'm..."

"Cover her mouth!" Emilie suddenly shouted and said in a panic, "Stuff something into her

mouth!"

If they knew that Yvette was pregnant and still beat her. The Wolseley family would be angry.

And Veronica would also hesitate.

After all, Yvette was pregnant with Lance's child!

Hearing what Emilie said, the servant stuffed an apron into Yvette's mouth.

Yvette couldn't speak now. She struggled with all her might and sobbed.

The servant raised the stick high again, her face full of malevolence.

Two lines of tears fell from the corner of Yvette's eyes as she closed her eyes in despair.

Yvette thought, darling, I'm sorry...

I swear. I will avenge your death. Definitely!

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

"Stop" Someone said in a cold voice.

Yvette opened her eyes as if she saw hope. But the servant had no intention of stopping.

She directly swung the stick.

Emilie had told this servant in advance that no matter what, she had to beat Yvette's belly!

Yvette couldn't move at all. She was frightened. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of tears as she watched the stick fall. Yvette thought, it's too late... Too late...

Darling...

Thud.

The muffled sound of the stick hitting the body was extremely loud.

Yvette's entire body trembled from the shock.