Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 239

Chapter 239 What’s the Point of Putting On Airs?

“Such a shameless girl,” the woman holding Lance’s arm sneered.

She was one of the barmaids working at Royal Club. Before these women

entered the private room, the manager had reminded them that these people

here tonight are real bigwigs of the city. They could not afford to make any

mistakes.

The moment she walked in, she noticed Lance, the most impressive and

handsome man in the room.

But his cold manner held off all the barmaids.

She thought there was no hope for her either.

Unexpectedly, when the party was about to be over, she was luckily called out

by Lance and left with him.

It was impossible that she would let a girl who appeared abruptly from nowhere

take Lance away.

The woman smiled, “Let’s be reasonable. He is mine tonight as I came earlier

than you. Wait for your own chance, okay?”

Yvette had no makeup and looked innocent. The woman thought she was just a

college girl trying to hook up with a rich man.

What a pretender!

She looked at Yvette with disdain. These college girls were not necessarily

nobler than her.

Lance glanced at Yvette, refraining from pulling her up.

He didn’t use much strength just now. How could she still fall?

Lance stood still, and his dark eyes seemed unfathomable.

Seeing this, Frankie quickly bent down and helped Yvette up.

It wasn’t that Yvette was deliberately waiting for someone’s help. She had stood

for hours in the cold wind, and her legs had become too numb to get up.

After standing up with Frankie’s help, Yvette didn’t want to waste time and

anxiously looked at Lance, “I’ve come for Ellen. I need your help.”

Yvette ignored the woman’s ridicule. Self-esteem was not the thing she cared

about. Ellen was more important now.

“I don’t have time.”

Lance refused straightly with no hesitation.

He was mad at her.

Lance knew Yvette had called Frankie, and Frankie had made obvious hints.

Last night, Lance had waited for her at the company until three o’clock.

But Yvette never showed up.

She came to Marcus first, though Marcus wasn’t able to help her.

She only thought of him when she had no other choice.

could he not be

around and

made Yvette

or who knew how Ellen

voice slightly shaking as she pleaded,

me see Jamie. It

his eyes and said mockingly, “Why do you come to me?

close?”

words seemed to remind her that he had said he would

anymore.

said, “Lance, I know you are angry, but

I have no choice. I

a cold smile, “What does it have

he looked straight ahead and ordered Frankie

stood still. Her heart was as cold

of helplessness

her

to see her

was already past 1 am, and there was no

Club.

car, Lance’s face

at Lance through the rearview mirror. He hesitated for

Wolseley, should I arrange a

and cold, and it was not safe

who got in the car with Lance said under

your assistant a

He said in a

Lance to order, he got out of the car

opened the door.

“Miss, please get off.”

wouldn’t go. It was not easy for her to get such

Lance.

in a sweet voice, “Is there

body leaned on Lance

voice was icy

the two-words sentence frightened the

got off the

in vain. Frankie paid her

in the car again, Frankie did

looked at Lance in

Lance ordered, “Drive back.”

squatting. She didn’t know who she

now.

Black Bentley appeared in

went down,

in the darkness.

“Get in.”

But she was so hurried that her numb

as she wanted. She tripped over

“Ouch…”

Lance’s

face, was lovable

Lance’s eyes flickered.

atmosphere in the

quickly got up and sat straight

hands on her

drove through

seemed tired. He rested his

closed his eyes.

dare to disturb him

stopped

instructed Frankie, his eyes still

responded and was about

not just letting him send her

“Lance!”

out. Lance opened his eyes and looked

remembered how she had been rejected

want to come up and have a cup of

In the room.

on the sofa, his eyes closing and his long legs crossed.

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