The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 1884 Divorce or Separation

Lance was feeling anxious and complicated inside. He called home, but the maid was the one who answered the call.

“Is Madam home?”

The maid said, “No, didn’t Madam go to the office to look for you?”

She was just wondering about it.

Lance said, “Let me know when she’s home.”
“Yes, sir.”

Lance let out a deep breath after hanging up the phone.

Yvette overheard his conversation with Whitney earlier.

‘Would she overthink things?’ Lance thought. Whitney’s words earlier were very harsh. However, since Lance just found out about his mother’s ploy to get rid of Whitney, he felt indebted to her and just let her keep venting her grievances.

Thus, he did not retort.

Who knew that it would be such a coincidence? Lance looked at Yvette’s phone number and fell into deep thought. ‘We were just being intimate this morning. Yet now, our relationship is about to be over so soon? I don’t want it to end, and I can’t let this end...’

He no longer had the mood to go back to work. Thus, he drove next to the sidewalk to look for Yvette, heading toward their home.

Yvette walked alone on the sidewalk. After a while, she somehow wandered to the entrance of a bar.

Tattle Bar.

Yvette had not been there for a long time.

pushed the door

bar was not

take a look. “Ms.

were not open, the manager did not dare to kick customers like

long time. The wine that you kept with us last time is still here. You can sit at

manager was trying to suck up

for the great Ms. Quimbey to stop patronizing them. Without her, the business was not great. Yvette pursed her lips and sat on the bar. “Sure! Get someone

The manager was ecstatic.

immediately called the resident singer to

you like to hear?”

would you like to

“Whatever.”

bowed her head, and she was

indulge herself, but would that be enough to get

to do with herself in

she

she pretend not

the other rich wives, and turn a blind eye

and went

when Lance

her heart was a horrible

sorrow and was unable to

Yvette was not ina good mood, so he dared

reasonably-priced wine that Yvette usually

started