The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 1873 Deeply Affectionate

Yvette walked forward, like a superior who cared for her subordinates. She smiled at the two people and said, “ Simon, you drank too much. Go home and rest well.”

Simon muttered, “I can still drink, Ms. Quimbey. Let’s have another drink!”
Yvette laughed. “Simon, we can drink again next time. You drank so much by yourself and didn’t take good care of your girlfriend, huh?”
Even though Simon was drunk, he still blushed and looked at the woman next to him.

Just as he was about to say something, the woman suddenly let go of Simon and kept her distance from him. Her tone was cold as she said, “I’m not his girlfriend.” Simon stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

When he finally managed to stand firmly on his own, he rubbed his head and did not know what he should say. Yvette narrowed her eyes and laughed out loud.

“If you’re not his girlfriend, how can you attend this kind of party? Only family members can tag along. Miss, don’t treat him like a fool or a backup. If you didn’t lead him on, why would he bring you along?”
That woman’s gaze was cold as hell as she glared at Yvette.

Yvette let out alight laugh and felt very satisfied.

She had a complete victory this round. Just as she turned around, her phone rang.

must have arrived. Yvette looked at them with

came to pick me up. He just loves me so much

that, she took out her phone

waiting for

was the driver’s

glum. Lance did not

mocking smile surfaced on the woman’s gloomy

it in all night, yet Lance was trying to

the driver got out to wait for Yvette. Yvette did not stay any longer. She walked over and got into the car. The driver saw that Yvette was ina bad mood and did not dare to say anything. His expression changed slightly when he inadvertently

he saw an enemy. The driver was afraid that he would be recognized and almost crouched down to get into the car. After he got into the car, he realized

was sitting at the back, squinted her eyes in silence and did

“Where is Lance? Why didn’t he