Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Marcus Wolseley

Lance kissed Yvette with his thin lips for a long time until she was forced to call him honey a few times in a

soft voice.

Before he got out of the car, he tidied up her clothes for her. With a meaningful look in his eyes, he said in a low voice, "Wait for me to come back. I will definitely make you beg me in bed at that time."

Yvette's face turned red again. Is it really necessary to make an advance notice for something like this?

Before, he had not yet recovered, and the doctor said that it would take at least a week for him to be abstinent. However, he asked her every day, so Yvette had to promise him that he could do anything he liked after a

week.

She had also consulted the doctor. In these two months, as long as they were careful, it was not impossible to

have sex once in a while.

Therefore, she would ask him to be gentler at that time.

When she arrived at the hospital, Yvette saw the nurse, Kenley Brewin, sitting outside.

Her hair was messy, and her cheek was swollen. When Kenley saw Yvette, it was as if she had seen her savior.

"Ms. Thiel, I was just about to call you. Someone said that he was your grandma's son and fed the cake to your grandma. I told him that your grandma couldn't eat the cake, but he just grabbed my hair and gave me a

slap..."

As she heard this, Yvette's face changed greatly.

She took out 800 dollars and handed it to Kenley. She comforted Kenley and said, "Kenley, go to see the

doctor first. I'll go take care of it."

Kenley couldn't help but cry when she took the money. She was timid and didn't dare to cause trouble. She only looked at Yvette and said, "I am afraid that I can't take care of your grandma anymore." Yvette immediately said, trying to keep her stay, "Kenley, you have taken good care of my grandmother. With you here, I also felt much more reassured. I will take care of my family affairs. Besides, I will give you 500 dollars more every month. Can you continue to take care of my grandmother?"

Kenley thought about it with hesitation. Although Yvette's grandma was sick, it wasn't very hard for her to

take care of Yvette's grandma.

Besides, Yvette had a good personality. If she gave up this job, she would probably not meet such a good employer.

She thought for a while and said, "Ms. Thiel, you don't have to do this. I'll continue to take care of your

grandma."

After that, she went to the pharmacy to buy ointment.

Yvette pushed open the door and saw that the ward was a mess. There were broken glass and quilts on the

floor.

Her uncle, Hoffman Dudley, stood by the bed and forcefully pushed the cake on her grandmother's face.

"Old bastard, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice. Come on, eat it!"

Her grandmother was not in good health. She cried out in pain after being treated by him like this. Yvette stared at him angrily. She never thought that Hoffman would treat his own mother like this. Immediately, she picked up the cup at the head of the bed and smashed it toward Hoffman.

"Bang!"

Hoffman was attacked all of a sudden and howled at once.

"Fuck, which son of a bitch did it!"

Hoffman covered his head with his hand and roared loudly.

He wiped the blood on his forehead and saw Yvette looking at him angrily.

"Hoffman, if you don't leave now, I'll call the police!"

"Call the police? Do it if you dare!" Hoffman didn't care at all. He looked totally like a rascal at this time. "It was clearly you who attacked me. I just came to see my mother, but you just hit me! You ungrateful bitch."

At this time, the nurse Kenley came in. Seeing Phoebe's face full of cake, she hurriedly went forward to clean

it up.

"You bastard, don't you hurt Yvette!" Phoebe scolded in a weak voice.

Hoffman covered his head with his hand and laughed sinisterly, "Mom, are you blind? It was she who hurt me just now! If she loesn't give me the money today, I won't leave."

When Phoebe heard this, she was so angry that she almost fainted.

Yvette felt sorry for her grandma and said harshly, "Hoffman, come with me."

Hoffman thought that Yvette was about to give him the money, so he immediately followed behind Yvette. They walked out of the door and stood in the corridor.

"What do

you want?" Yvette got straight to the point.

Hoffman said with a disgusting smile, "Yvette, I want only money. Then I can let it go that you hurt me just

now."

Yvette frowned. "The Dudley's house was sold by you for 160 thousand dollars. Where is the money?"

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"I spent it all. You know, I'm doing a big business now. Don't worry, I don't need too much money. You just

need to give me So thousand dollars. I'll pay you back double when I earn the big money."

"Doing a big business? You're actually gambling, right?" Yvette sneered.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hoffman's face suddenly changed.

"My grandma's phone number has been changed by me. Before, your creditor called her and asked for money."

After his lie was exposed, Hoffman smiled embarrassedly. "I only went to gamble occasionally before. Now I no longer gamble anymore. Yvette, hurry up and give me the money. I promise I won't disturb you in the future,"

Wette did not believe him at all. Hoffman was a famous scoundrel. When he was young, he did not learn anything good and only fought everywhere to stir up trouble.

Now, he was middle-aged and was even addicted to gambling. He sold the Dudley's house without telling her grandma, leaving her grandma homeless.

What was worse, he even spent 160 thousand dollars in less than a month.

This kind of person was just a troublemaker who never felt satisfied.

"Hoffman, the Dudley's house also belongs to my father. Since you sold it for 160 thousand dollars, you need to give me So thousand dollars. As long as you promise not to come to bother me and my grandmother again, I won't ask you for the money, otherwise..."

Yvette said sternly, "I will sue you and ask you to pay it back."

Hoffman grabbed her arm and threw her away. "Bitch! How dare you say that! I'll give you a lesson on behalf of my sister today!"

He threw Yvette away with all his strength. Yvette swayed and used one hand to support the wall so that she

did not fall.

"Give me money now! Otherwise, I will beat you to death today," Hoffman said fiercely.

"I don't have money."

"I know that you've hooked up with a rich man. The car he drives is worth a few million dollars. How can you

not have money?"

"How do you know that?" Yvette asked.

"I saw you kiss a man in the car more than once," Hoffman's malicious gaze landed on Yvette as he said. "How could you have no money, bitch?" Yvette did not expect that Hoffman had actually been eyeing her for a long time and interrupted harshly, "What nonsense are you talking about!" Hoffman did not want to waste any more time with her and asked, "Are you going to give me money or not?"

"No way! Even if I have money, I won't give it to you!"

The quarrel between the two attracted the attention of passers-by.

A man walked down the steps. He had a handsome face and wore a gray suit. He looked calm and had an outstanding temperament.

He glanced over casually.

"Mr. Wolseley, this girl seems to have hooked up with a rich man. Her family found out and asked for money from her," the man's assistant said. "Let's go," Marcus Wolseley said indifferently.

The black luxury car was already waiting at the door. The assistant opened the car door and made a gesture of

invitation.

After the man sat down, the car window slowly rolled up.

He inadvertently glanced at the little girl. Yvette's hair was grabbed by her uncle, and she seemed to have been slapped, looking very miserable.

Hoffman reached out again, and Yvette's whole face was exposed, red and swollen.

"Stop."

Marcus' usually calm voice now sounded a little hurried.

The driver stopped the car. Marcus got out of the car and walked over unhurriedly.

Yvette's hair was disheveled at this time, and she was exceptionally helpless.

Hoffman was very strong. He grabbed Yvette's hair and raised his hand high. He cursed, "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my sister. You've hooked up with a rich man and now told me that you have no money. If you don't have money, I'll sell you!"

However, before his hand fell, his hand was firmly held by someone in the air.

The man was tall and stood in the dazzling light. His eyes fell on Yvette without concealment.

"Miss, do you need help?"