Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 147 I Don’t Know Him

Charlie’s words made Yvette find it hard to refuse him. She could only nod and say that she would call him.

After Charlie left, Yvette ordered a car and went directly to the cemetery.

Unlike those in the city, cemeteries in the countryside weren’t planned exquisitely. Instead, there were just graves without any decorations. Yvette paid for a tombstone for Phoebe.

When she saw Phoebe’s tombstone splashed with red paint, she was so angry that she trembled.

She went to a family living not far from the cemetery and asked if they knew what had happened.

The family did not know Yvette, but they knew Phoebe. When they heard that Yvette was Phoebe’s granddaughter, they told Yvette that it was a resident in the village who did it.

The man claimed that Phoebe owed him money. They tried to stop him, but the man was a rascal, so they did

not dare to stand in his way.

Yvette had never heard that Phoebe was in anyone’s debt. She was furious. However, her priority was to clean

up the tombstone.

She borrowed some tools from the family to get rid of the paint, knelt in front of Phoebe’s tombstone, and

cleaned it carefully while shedding tears.

She collected herself and murmured.

“Granny, I will make things right for you.”

After she was done, she left 300 dollars for the family and asked them to help look after Phoebe’s tomb. Should anything happen, they shall give her a call.

The family was more than happy to take her money. They wouldn’t have lived here if they weren’t poor

anyway.

She asked for the rascal’s address and went to the town to find him.

Yet before she could find him, her neighbor, Melissa, called her and said that a lot of people had gathered in front of her house, claiming to demolish it. The landlord who bought the house was also there.

Yvette hurried over.

When she arrived at the Dudley’s house, there were already many people there, including the police even.

When the landlord saw Yvette, she was unhappy. She said, “Yvette, you and I are neighbors, right? Back then, your uncle wanted to sell the house, and I bought it. You wanted to rent it, and I agreed. I never expected you to gang up and trick me. I no longer want to rent it to you. Explain to everyone that the house has nothing to do with you or your uncle anymore.”

Yvette was stunned. She thought, what does she mean? When did I gang up with Hoffman?

I haven’t seen him since he was arrested because of the incident at the hospital.

Yvette was just about to ask more. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair and dragged her to the ground.

“Cut the crap. Pay back the money!”

There was a police officer at the scene who maintained order. He stepped forward to stop the man and said,

“Calm down. Don’t get physical.”

The landlady asked the police officer to come because these people were causing trouble in the house she bought. She showed them the documents she had, including the property ownership certificate, yet they just

wouldn’t leave.

the man who pulled her was the rascal mentioned by the

became angry and asked, “Are you

and shouted, “So what if I say yes? Would you come back if I didn’t? You cunt. You

police officer next to Yvette told her that not long ago, Hoffman went back in a luxury car from somewhere unknown, bragging that he had made a

their money, and he would make them rich as

he pledged the house

been sold by him a long time

one was suspicious.

Hoffman was nowhere to

Hoffman colluded and defrauded them of their

the villagers gave their money to Hoffman, though the police officer was helpless, he still said that

was nowhere to be found. Naturally, everyone

here should talk nicely and stop making Yvette take the blame. After all, what Hoffman did had nothing to do

villagers were puzzled. They asked the police officer if they could get the money back

be caught.

looked reluctant. He explained, “Only if Hoffman did not

jail time. But it also means that you can never get your money

the scene was filled with

people at present were old and couldn’t find a job. And now, they had no money left. Once they got sick, they wouldn’t have enough money to

slumped to the ground, rolled, and cried. They had been saving the money for

what was

yet she also held herself accountable,

much did

hope. They had heard that Yvette had a job in New York, and she was a college

IOUS written by Hoffman. Yvette did a rough estimation. There were

added up to

very early, so, she did not know many of the

and looked very honest. It was obvious that they were peasants who worked hard their entire life.

retirement, and now, their money was

her lips and said, “Everyone, I will pay back the money on behalf of

nothing to do

police officer said, “That won’t happen. Hoffman has already been used as a

No one will ever

happy. “OK! Go and get the money for us

was a bit embarrassed. “I don’t have the money right now. You might need to wait until I

York and sell my

would be around 300 thousand dollars left. She could only slowly repay the rest by

everyone was unhappy

told us that you were going to pay back the money, and now you

You are lying to

is her uncle. They are the same. Both of them

liars!”

agitated, and they wanted to come forward to push Yvette

couldn’t stop them.

found

and looked

get you any money.” Yvette looked at them. “I promised to pay you back for Hoffman. I will not go

was fair and beautiful, and she looked different from

somehow convincing.

“Then tell us, how long do we

for sure, but I will pay you back as soon as

easy thing. After she sold the apartment, she still

work to slowly

a liar. Don’t think otherwise,

back to New York, you will

scene had an