Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 72

Chapter 72 A Lesson Learned

Marcus was strong and easily caused Hoffman to suffer and scream by dragging him with great force.

Hoffman could not break free and felt so angry. "Who the hell are you? I was teaching my niece a lesson. Why do you get in my way?"

Before Hoffman could finish his words, Marcus made a move and broke Hoffman's wrist.

It made Hoffman scream miserably.

Marcus was so fast that it took Hoffman a few seconds to react and fall to the ground, cursing.

After Marcus stopped, his assistant handed him a napkin. Marcus took it and slowly wiped his hands. His eyes fell on Yvette's face from beginning to end, and Marcus did not even look at Hoffman. But somehow Hoffman could feel an oppressive vibe from Marcus.

Hoffman had never seen Yvette's lover before, but judging from Marcus' noble and extraordinary appearance and the luxurious car, Hoffman figured Marcus must be Yvette's lover. Then he covered his wrist

and hummed.

"You are Yvette's man, aren't you? I am her uncle. If you want to save her today, you have to give me money. Give me 160 thousand dollars for my wrist injury and also the nursing fee."

It was obvious that Hoffman wanted to blackmail Marcus.

Yvette was still in a trance. Just a moment ago, she thought that she had seen Lance, and her tears almost

came out.

But when she looked closer, Yvette realized that there was only a slight resemblance.

Just like Lance, Marcus also had a pair of big eyes with deep emotions, which was quite out of place with his

coldness.

Perhaps it was because of his age, Marcus looked much more mature and experienced.

"I am your uncle-in-law. How dare you hit me!" Hoffman continued.

Yvette did not expect Hoffman would be so unreasonable and go against anyone. So she could not help but scold, "Shut up! I don't know this gentleman!"

But Hoffman never believed it. He thought he had finally met Yvette's lover and could not let Marcus get.

away easily.

Then Hoffman said, "My delicate and tender niece is a perfect girl. And 160 thousand dollars is nothing for a rich guy like you. So quickly give me the money, and I will spare her." Marcus tilted his head and glanced at Hoffman with a sharp gaze.

It made Hoffman unconsciously tremble, and he was somewhat scared.

Then Hoffman came to realize that Marcus was not someone to mess up

with.

But Hoffman still wanted the money. He acted up boldly but said in a low voice.

"You are in luck, boy. My niece used to have many handsome guys chasing after her. She got the face, and she got the body. So just give me the money. Otherwise, if I turn to others, they will also send me money."

As Hoffman said those words, it was as if he were talking about some of his mistresses instead of Yvette.

Yvette was so angry that she wanted to kick Hoffman.

But someone moved a step ahead of her. Marcus gracefully removed the leather gloves on his hands.

Then, he heavily slapped Hoffman on his face.

"Pah!"

And the slap made a loud noise.

Hoffman spat out a mouthful of blood, and even his nose and mouth were bleeding. He screamed in pain. Marcus threw the dirty gloves on the ground and crushed them with his feet.

Then Marcus put on a long face and looked coldly. "If you don't know how to talk nicely, go learn at school."

Hoffman tilted his lips and shouted, "Yvette, I am your uncle. How could you just watch when I was being

bullied?"

"I don't have an uncle like you," Yvette replied coldly.

At that time, the siren sounded.

Hoffman's expression changed greatly. He did not expect that Yvette would actually call the police. He almost stuck out his butt and wanted to run away.

However, Hoffman was still caught red-handed and was detained in the police car.

Yvette followed to make a statement, but she did not expect Marcus to make a witness.

The police told Yvette to relax. Hoffman's behavior was enough to let him be detained for more than fifteen

days.

In fact, Yvette didn't want to make things too difficult for Hoffman. She just wanted to teach him a lesson so that he would think carefully next time before acting excessively. And Yvette wanted Hoffman not to dare to

bully her grandmother anymore.

However, Yvette always felt that this matter was weird.

She never mentioned to anyone that she would take her grandmother to New York. So Yvette wondered how Hoffman could replace the hospital so accurately and even know which ward.

Even though Yvette faintly sensed something wrong in her heart, she could not get anything from Hoffman.

Just as she was thinking about the matter, a young policeman walked up to her and asked, "Is your name Yvette?"

Yvette looked up at the policeman, and he said, "Do you still remember me? I used to work at the local police station in Pittsburgh. My name is Rocco Presley."

As Rocco mentioned about that, Yvette had an impression of Rocco. She used to go to Pittsburgh police station a lot while dealing with her father's car accident and trying to replace the suspect who escaped. Even when she came to New York later, Yvette would still go back every year. Unfortunately, there had been

no progress.

Rocco joined the local police two years ago. He remembered Yvette because she was pretty, and also because the accident was quite miserable.

Then Rocco continued, "A few days ago, I heard from my previous colleague that a suspect was caught, and the location of the crime was a few hundred feet away from yours. The suspect said that he saw a suspicious car, and the rest was still under investigation."

Yvette did not expect that there would be such shocking news. Although she rarely mentioned the car accident, she had always kept it in her mind.

Immediately, she gave her number to Rocco and asked him to inform her of any further progress.

After everything was settled, Yvette planned to go back to the hospital. But then she saw Marcus' car stop in

front of her.

Yvette was full of gratitude and stood on the side of the road as she kept thanking him.

"You're welcome." Marcus' voice was gentle, which was quite different from his previous dominant manner,

and made Yvette feel so shocked.

"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

"I won't trouble you. I'll just call the taxi myself."

Marcus glanced at Yvette.

"No trouble at all. Get in the car."

Although he sounded gentle, it was difficult to refuse.

Thinking that Marcus had helped her just now, Yvette did not hesitate to get in the car.

In the car, Marcus handed her a handkerchief and pointed to her right face.

Yvette looked out the window. In the reflection, she noticed the blood. There was a faint sandalwood smell on

the handkerchief. It seemed to be of good quality.

Then Yvette was a little embarrassed, so she said, "Sir, just give me a napkin."

"The handkerchief is fine. Just throw it away after you use it."

Yvette still returned the handkerchief to Marcus and said it was not appropriate. Marcus looked at her, took back the handkerchief, and pulled out a napkin for her. After that, he seemed to be a little tired, closed his eyes, and did not speak again. After arriving at the hospital, Yvette got out of the car and thanked Marcus.

Marcus suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yvette and said, "You look like an old friend of mine."

But these words were so old-fashioned and sounded like a cliché accost to Yvette. She felt that Marcus would ask for her number in the next second and had already thought of an excuse to refuse. However, Marcus did not say anything else. He just closed the window and left.

Yvette did not think too much and turned to enter the hospital.

Inside the car.

Marcus stared at Yvette's back with deep emotion in his eyes.

"Alena, is that you?" Marcus thought.

After a while, Marcus had his eyes half-closed as he instructed his assistant coldly, "Investigate that girl."

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