Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 290 This Scheming Man!

Lance said, “If you want to file a lawsuit and divorce, with our legal department’s

strength, two years or five years is not a problem. If you still want to take this route,

please leave. The door is there.”

Lance continued to look at the document in his hand, looking as if he could do whatever

he wanted.

Yvette was speechless. “Mr. Wolseley, how much is your personal secretary’s monthly

salary? Can I pay for it? 80 thousand dollars or 800 thousand? Can I pay for it?”

Lance glanced at Yvette and said, “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

Lance looked serious, just like when he was in the bed that day.

Enter title…

In an instant, Yvette blushed and scolded Lance, “You are shameless. You’re a rogue,

bastard…”

Lance interrupted Yvette and said coldly, “Do you need me to remind you that you are

begging me to divorce now?”

Yvette immediately shut her mouth.

This scheming man!

It was just being a secretary for a month. Yvette would definitely make Lance regret this

decision.

At most, Lance would take the initiative to propose a divorce to Yvette in ten days.

Yvette smiled happily and said, “Then let’s agree that no matter how well I do, I will

definitely get my divorce in a month.”

I won’t be good.

I have to let Lance know that in advance.

“Yes, but…”

Lance frowned and asked, “Are you in such a hurry?”

“Yes. This is urgent.” Yvette did not hide anything.

Yvette was mainly in a hurry to find a stepfather for Belle.

After thinking it through, Yvette cooperated and stood up. Yvette said, “I can be on duty

today. Today can also be counted as a

day.”

Lance’s deep eyes darkened slightly. The two of them stood in the same room, but they

were thinking different things.

One tried so hard to keep the other, and the other just wanted to leave.

Lance said, “Sure.”

Yvette asked, “Where is my office?”

Frankie took Yvette over. It was her former office.

The office kept the original decoration, and nothing had been moved.

sneezed and opened the

environment is not good for my work. Frankie,

furniture?”

Yvette as a colleague, so he said respectfully,

in the afternoon, Yvette saw the furniture company deliver a leather

and two sets of painted porcelain

one afternoon, Yvette had cost nearly ten

When the finance department sent the bill to Lance’s

raising his eyebrows.

Lance said, “There’s no need for me to approve every

the expenses for Ms. Thiel

my personal account.”

to let

department looked incredulous. Why

look so happy?

the office in the

Yvette called Marlon and asked him to investigate

with Yvette’s work in Lance’s company because

Yvette would fall into

Yvette felt that this was the fastest way to

did not know

her into something.

take five years to

What a

Yvette couldn’t wait that

get off work, Frankie came to inform

Wolseley asked you to go to a business

I have to go

“Ms. Thiel, this is the duty of a private

Yvette was speechless.

was mean. He asked

secretary, and Yvette had to

24 hours.

was exploiting

at the location, Lance was dealing

went out of the

in the evening, and it was a little cold outside. Yvette was ready

to the restaurant to

him.

The usher at the entrance of the restaurant greeted

know which room they were going to,

for someone here.”

the usher saw that Yvette was

was there to be

usher smiled and did not

door, a

Mrs. Kipling, what a nice coincidence to

man looked up at the woman and asked with a puzzled

are?”

remember? 1 am Yazmin, the design

The design director

Yvette’s eyes lit

Lance’s first love that Marlon

up. Yazmin had willowy eyebrows

barely beautiful, but

was a little

that so?” Paul looked perfunctory. It seemed

not give up. Yazmin took out an invitation letter and stuffed

Yazmin said,

be a new product release show. Don’t forget

very clearly from the side. When Yazmin stuffed

the back of Paul’s hand. Even when the man looked at

Yazmin deliberately rubbed him with her

disgusting.

to ask

pressed it on the

of the three people in front

immediately went forward to ask, “You