Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 376 The Whole Truth!

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 The Whole Truth!

"You remember now?"

Yazmin looked crazy and laughed.

"Then you should know that the old woman and the evil creature should not exist in this world!"

She slammed the door, and the sound was scary.

"They both died because of you. If you had divorced Lance like I asked, how could they have died?"

Yvette’s devastating voice came from the cubicle. She said with so much pain, "So, it really was you..."

Yazmin suddenly stopped smashing the door, her expression strange and terrifying.

Ah...

Yazmin wanted to enjoy such a beautiful cry.

Yvette cried out of breath and said intermittently, "You vicious woman... You killed my grandmother and my child..."

Yazmin laughed loudly. "Fantastic. Your cry is fantastic. Make it louder. This is the last time you cry like this."

Yvette suddenly stopped crying. Her voice trembled as she tried her best to endure the sadness.

"I... won’t cry! I won’t do as you wish!"

The beautiful cry suddenly stopped, and Yazmin’s expression became sinister again. She shouted, "Cry! Cry! I want you to kneel in front of me and cry!"

Yvette said firmly, "Dream on!"

Yazmin scratched her hair, and a bald spot appeared.

"Have you forgotten how your grandmother died?" she laughed crazily.

"Did you know that my uncle opened the hospital?

"At that time, your grandmother’s medical report showed she was healthy. She would live for eight to ten years.

"I instigated that idiot Emilie to go to the hospital to slander you. I wanted to act when your grandmother fainted from anger.

"To my surprise, she just died on the spot. How considerate. She didn’t even need me to help her..."

"You crazy woman!"

Yvette couldn’t help but roar.

Sadness filled Yvette’s voice as she cried miserably...

Fantastic!

Yazmin heard her painful cry and felt refreshed.

If Yazmin just killed Yvette, she would become a cold corpse, and it would be boring.

But if Yvette died with regret and hatred, it would be different.

It would be very interesting.

"And your child..."

"Stop talking!"

Yvette seemed to be unable to take it any longer and shouted loudly, "I won’t listen! Stop! Stop saying anything..."

How could Yazmin stop?

She would spare no effort to do anything that could make Yazmin suffer.

"I asked Emilie to deal with your child. Because she offended you, she was forced into a corner by Lance. I saved her, gave her money, and hinted that you were in the same hospital.

"Then I pretended to be kidnapped to keep Lance busy. Only then did Emilie have a chance to do it."

Yvette was in so much pain that she wanted to die. Her voice trembled as she said, "You pretended to be kidnapped? Do you really think you can escape legal sanctions after doing so many bad things? The truth will be discovered sooner or later. New York has justice."

"Ha-ha-ha, who can punish me?"

Yazmin had enough of Yvette’s stupid and naïve thoughts. She smiled and said.

"Do you know what happened to the people I asked to kidnap me?"

Without waiting for Yvette to speak, she continued.

"They took a sack of money and prepared to escape abroad. I tampered with their van brake clip. They..."

Yazmin made a cutting motion before her neck. "All died!"

Yazmin gave a creepy smile. "Prepare to meet your maker, Yvette. You might see them in hell. You are all a bunch of idiots and losers. No one can beat me!"

Then Yazmin walked away from the cubicle.

A few seconds later, she came back.

"Clang!"

A loud noise.

The door of the cubicle was smashed open.

Yazmin saw the woman with long hair and fair skin inside the cubicle glaring at her viciously.

Yazmin raised her dagger and rushed in, stabbing Yvette fiercely!

One, two, three...

Countless stabs!

The stabs were filled with intense hatred from the bottom of Yazmin’s heart!

She muttered, "Die! You deserve to die! The one who deserves to die the most is you!"

So much blood splashed onto Yazmin’s face and body, blurring her line of sight.

Everything in sight was scarlet red.

Go to hell!

All go to hell!

All the sluts who were in her way would die!

The dopamine generated from excitement kept rising, and the intense pleasure made Yazmin unable to stop!

After stabbing Yvette more than a hundred times, Yazmin fell to the ground as if she was exhausted.

The knife also fell to the ground.

Yazmin’s body was weak, but before she came, she had been injected with the drug that the mysterious man had left behind.

That drug would make Yazmin strong, but the aftereffects were severe.

When the drug wore off, Yazmin was like a dying old dog. Every organ in her body could feel life flowing out of it.

But she couldn’t care about this.

Even if she were to die, she would make sure the woman she hated the most die with her!

She looked at the "person" who was dyed with blood and could not help but laugh out loud.

Yazmin laughed so much that her entire body was in pain. She spat out blood but could not stop.

Finally!

The hateful woman...

She finally died!

"Thump! Thump!"

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of the crazy woman.

Yazmin looked up from her slender legs and saw a man’s handsome face that was filled with coldness.

"Lance..."

Yazmin changed her murderous tone into the soft one she used to have, saying in a hoarse voice.

However, she did not expect her voice to be a hundred times more unpleasant than a duck’s cry.

"You are finally here..."

Yazmin looked up at this handsome man she had admired for many years, her eyes full of infatuation.

"Lance, you are here to pick me up, right?

"Lance..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

Yazmin flew up from the ground and crashed into the wall of the locker room.

"Ah! Poof!"

The collision seemed to shatter Yazmin’s internal organs, and a large mouthful of black blood sprayed out from her mouth.

Lance looked down from above, his eyes filled with the aura of death. He said coldly.

"This kick is for my unborn child!"

Thinking of that child, his heart ached.

His baby...

Before it could feel the beauty of the world, it was killed by this evil woman’s scheme!

He hated himself for being blind and showing Yazmin mercy.

He had never hated himself so much before...

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Yazmin laughed crazily.

At the same time, blood was gushing out of her mouth.

Her body was like a puddle of mud, taking a strange posture as she leaned against the wall.

She was still laughing. "Lance, are you angry? Are you angry that I stabbed the woman you love?"

She grabbed the bloody woman next to her and pulled her hair. She aimed her pretty face at Lance and sneered.

"Look... Look at how miserable she is! I stabbed her more than a hundred times, and her intestines were pierced through... How painful it must be!"

Lance stood where he was and stared at Yazmin with his cold eyes.

Yazmin’s entire face was filled with madness. She said in a mad and ruthless voice.

"This bitch! She deserves to die! No one can get the man that I can’t get!"

The man in front of her was cold and emotionless.

The horrible corpse did not seem to have any effect on him.

Yazmin did not believe it!

He must be pretending...

He must be!

"Lance, do you want to see what your beloved woman’s insides look like?" she asked with a sinister smile.

She released the corpse’s hair and tugged at its belly, wanting to take out some intestines to show Lance.

She did not believe he did not feel pain!

But...

"Thud!"

The head of the corpse suddenly fell.

It rolled several times and reached Lance’s feet.

"Ha-ha-ha, her head..."

Yazmin began to laugh crazily to the point of being unable to stop.

What could be more heart-wrenching than seeing the head of the person one loved rolling to his feet...?

No matter how hard one tried, she couldn’t have the person she loved! How painful it must be!

Lance should have a taste of that!

Yazmin laughed and suddenly stopped.

She saw Lance kick the round head without any emotions in his eyes.

It rolled...

The head rolled back to Yazmin.

How could it be...?

Yazmin was shocked and could not believe her eyes.

Did Lance not love Yvette anymore?

"Do you want to see what you stabbed?"

Lance said in a flat tone, and there was no light in his dark eyes.

His aura was like that of a swamp demon.

He brought death close.

Yazmin panicked and raised her hand to wipe the blood on her eyelashes. She looked closely at the head.

She didn’t stab Yvette!

To be exact, it wasn’t even a person.

It was a human-like prop.

It was often used by film companies.

Then where was the real Yvette?

Yazmin was extremely scared. She suddenly looked up and heard the sound of the door of the next cubicle being opened.

Yvette walked over from the next door, her body clean, forming a sharp contrast with the bloody prop on the ground.

"You...!"

Yazmin’s face was as white as a sheet.

Yazmin recalled that during the stabbing, this "person" did not make a sound.

Because Yazmin was sick, her vision and sense of smell deteriorated, and her eyes had been covered by blood.

Only now did she realize she had been tricked.

"Bitch!"

Yazmin suddenly pounced at Yvette, her eyes filled with endless hatred.

"I’ll kill you!"

Lance realized things were bad and was about to raise his foot, but Yvette stopped him.

She looked at Yazmin with cold hatred!

Yvette actually did not remember anything.

She only knew the results of the past and did not know the process.

Just when Yvette had been about to leave the restaurant, Peyton caught up with her and asked her to answer the phone.

It turned out Lance could not reach Yvette, so he had called Peyton. Through Peyton’s phone, Lance had told her that Yazmin was still alive.

It was very likely that Yazmin would cause Yvette trouble.

Lance asked Peyton to protect Yvette. Lance wanted Yvette to stay where she was and wait for him to arrive.

But Yvette didn’t want to be protected like some weak lamb.

Yazmin actually survived and came to cause trouble for Yvette.

It showed how much Yazmin hated Yvette.

Yvette exposed herself, but Yazmin was in the dark, so hiding was the worst way.

It would be better to beat Yazmin at her own game.

Yvette would take advantage of Yazmin’s scheme...

Moreover, Marlon told Yvette that the death of her grandmother and baby was related to Yazmin and Emilie.

However, Yazmin was too cunning. Marlon did not find evidence of the two crimes.

Therefore, after Peyton had arranged everything, Yvette realized something was wrong when the cleaner bumped into her.

In the locker room, Yvette used her wits to lure the truth out of Yazmin.

Yazmin had gotten dizzy with success and exposed herself...

Lance understood what Yvette meant and stopped.

Yazmin pounced forward like a lunatic.

Just as she got close, Yvette kicked her hard in the face.

"Ah!"

Yazmin screamed. Her weak body was kicked away again, and her head hit the wall heavily.

The back of her head was covered in blood, and the wall was dyed red.

The sharp pain made Yazmin’s face, which was covered with scars, look even more ferocious and terrifying. She lay limply on the ground, her face as thin as a piece of paper, as if it would shatter in the next second.

Pain!

So much pain!

Yazmin shouted, "Save me... Ah... Poof..."

Yazmin’s internal organs were bleeding, and brown toxic blood gushed out from her mouth.

Her body had been suffering from chronic poisoning.

Anyone who knew a little about medicine could tell from the color of her blood that she didn’t have long to live...

Lance looked at her with disgust.

"What do you want to do with her?" he asked Yvette.

Yvette looked at the woman’s hateful eyes and said coldly, "She said she would not go to jail even if she died. Then send her to jail and let her spend the rest of her life there to atone for her sins!"

It was like some kind of telepathy.

Even if Yvette did not have memories of the past, when she thought of the death of her innocent child and grandmother, she could not be merciful to Yazmin.

Yvette wished Yazmin could be cut into pieces until she died!

However, if Yazmin were to die now, it would be a blessing for her frail body.

Yvette definitely could not let Yazmin die so easily.

Yvette wanted her to die slowly in pain.

This way, Yazmin would regret the evil things she had done but have no way to remedy them.

What could be more depressing than a life without hope but filled with pain?

Two abetments of murder, and killing the people in the van.

After what Yazmin did, even if she had two hundred years to live, she would spend them in prison.

Lance glanced coldly at the woman who didn’t look like a human anymore, and said in a low voice, "I’ll listen to you and give her a merciful ending."

The man’s tone was as cold as a demon in hell.

Yazmin could not help but tremble.

From Lance’s tone, Yazmin could think of a hundred cruel methods he would use on herself.

This was not the first time Yazmin had experienced Lance’s ruthlessness.

The days in the madhouse had nearly driven her insane!

Even so, Yazmin was still unwilling to go to prison.

If she was there, her life would be completely over.

No!

Absolutely not!

Yazmin would rather die than go to jail!

Yazmin’s eyes were full of crazy hatred, and she stabbed her thigh with a syringe.

The drug made her forget the pain and incredibly strong.

Then, she took out a transparent syringe from her pants and rushed over.

"Bitch, you will die!"