Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 398 Her Origin

Chapter 398: Chapter 398 Her Origin

Hoffman shouted, "Stop... Stop."

And he ran behind the car.

But the car drove forward. It didn’t stop at all.

Suddenly...

There was a loud noise.

Hoffman fell to the ground, and his face was covered in blood.

The pain made his tears flow continuously. Amid his tears, he saw the car retreat.

The window glass was put down.

"Do you want to say it?" Yvette asked expressionlessly.

Hoffman’s face was covered in blood and tears. He was in an extremely sorry state. He felt that he wouldn’t be able to get any benefits from his little niece.

Hoffman asked, "How much do you want to give?"

Yvette imitated him and raised her hands.

Hoffman’s mouth twitched.

He knew that only Yvette was interested in this secret. Others wouldn’t care about it.

He closed his eyes and said, "Fine. 800 thousand dollars is fine. Give me 800 thousand dollars, and I will tell you everything. I promise that there is no lie."

He thought that his concession from 8 million dollars to 800 thousand dollars would make Yvette accept it.

Yvette glanced at him like looking at a lunatic.

Then Yvette corrected him, "I mean 80 thousand dollars."

Hoffman was speechless.

He couldn’t control his emotions and cursed, "Crazy woman, are you kidding me? Is there anyone who bargains like this?"

Yvette acted as if she had not heard Hoffman’s words and said lightly, "70 thousand dollars."

Hoffman paused for a while, and he scolded, "What? Are you crazy? You’re sick."

"This is my last bid," Yvette smiled.

"I would never accept that bid." Hoffman felt so angry.

Yvette was still calm. "32 thousand dollars."

Hoffman didn’t respond immediately.

He thought for a moment. And he felt that something was wrong.

"Why did the number drop so fast? Shouldn’t you say 60 or 50 thousand dollars?"

Yvette said unhurriedly, "I bid whatever I want to bid."

Hoffman snorted coldly, "Don’t even think about it. It won’t work. At least 50 thousand dollars..."

Before he finished speaking, the car engine sounded, and the window was raised.

Hoffman’s face, which was covered in blood and ash, suddenly changed.

He finally knew that Yvette wasn’t negotiating with him.

Hoffman said with a resentful expression, "Fine. You win."

After seeing that the window was still rising, he was afraid that Yvette wouldn’t hear him, so he ran behind the car again.

And he shouted, "I agreed. Let’s make this deal."

Hoffman liked to gamble. He had long been accustomed to ups and downs. This time, he could accept 32 thousand dollars.

He felt that it was better than nothing.

Yvette lowered the window and looked at him.

Hoffman said worriedly, "Give me the money first."

At that point, Yvette was not afraid of Hoffman lying.

Even if Hoffman’s words had no value, the money could be considered as giving him a way out.

After all, he was Phoebe’s only son.

Yvette wanted to treat it as giving Hoffman one last chance to correct himself.

If Hoffman still walked on the wrong path, then he would suffer the consequences of his actions. And it would have nothing to do with Yvette anymore.

Yvette did this for Phoebe rather than Hoffman.

She nodded and pursed her lips. "Okay. But if it’s fake, I won’t let you go."

Hoffman didn’t have a card, so he wanted cash only. It was a little difficult.

Yvette didn’t carry so much cash with her.

But Hoffman wouldn’t tell Yvette about the secret until he received the cash.

At that time, Stephen spoke, "I have cash."

Then, he took out neatly packed cash from the safety deposit box in the car and handed them to Hoffman.

Hoffman narrowed his eyes. If he was not mistaken, there should be more money in the safety box just now.

He had heard before those rich people were used to putting some cash in the car in case of emergencies.

Stephen could casually place so much cash in the car. It seemed that he was very rich.

Yvette looked at the greedy expression that Hoffman couldn’t hide and frowned. "Hurry up and say it."

Hoffman counted the money and called Yvette to a corner before slowly saying, "Many years ago, I was drinking outside.

"My brother-in-law went to the small tavern to pick me up. When we went back later, we passed by a garbage dump and heard a child crying.

"It was so scary at night. I asked my brother-in-law to leave quickly. He didn’t listen and insisted on going over to take a look.

"I didn’t follow him. Soon I saw him take out a child from a sack. There was also a very strong plastic bag on the girl’s head. It looked like someone wanted to smother the girl.

"But the girl was lucky. The sack was punctured by a small stick in the trash. It just happened to poke a small hole in the plastic bag inside, so the girl didn’t die.

"My brother-in-law took the girl back. And that night, my little niece suddenly had a high fever and was suffering from acute brain inflammation.

"My sister died early and left only this child behind. My brother-in-law was afraid that my mother would be sad, so he discussed with me raising the picked girl as my niece and didn’t tell my mother.

"My mother’s eyes were blurry, and the child didn’t grow up. If my mother didn’t take a closer look, she wouldn’t be able to distinguish them. So we just muddle through it."

Hoffman’s story was very long, and Yvette was stunned when she heard it.

She was the girl, who was picked up...

"I told you everything. I was not lying to you. I promised my brother-in-law that I would never tell my mother."

Yvette’s adoptive father, who was also Hoffman’s brother-in-law, was the only existence that could call back the trace of conscience left in Hoffman’s heart.

After Hoffman’s sister passed away, his brother-in-law played the role of a father and supported the entire family.

Hoffman’s brother-in-law endured all kinds of hardships, and he would never starve them even if he was hungry.

Hoffman thought his brother-in-law was a good man rare in the world. If not for the death of his brother-in-law in the car accident that year, Hoffman thought that he might not have made friends with those shady people. And he wouldn’t have been taken to gamble and walked on the road of no return.

Hoffman left...

Yvette was still immersed in the shocking truth and couldn’t extricate herself.

If what Hoffman said was true, then did it mean that someone wanted to harm her?

She was just a six-year-old child back then, so she didn’t seem to offend anyone.

Yvette wondered whom the murderer wanted to harm.

She thought about it and felt dizzy.

Although she had recovered her memory, the blood clot in her brain had not completely dissipated.

Thinking about things for too long would give her a headache.

Stephen saw her discomfort and got out of the car to help her.

Yvette’s head hurt so much that she leaned weakly on Stephen’s shoulder.

From a distance, it was like Stephen was holding Yvette in his arms...

Not far away, a black luxury car was there.

Frankie looked at the two people hugging less than 160 feet away and wanted to slap himself.

He regretted what he had just said.

Just now, he said that no one knew when Yvette would come back to the roadside where the car was parked.

So he suggested taking a look at the parking lot in case Yvette left.

Now...

Frankie hoped that he didn’t make the suggestion.

He looked at the man’s gloomy face through the rearview mirror and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wolseley, do you want to..."

"That car is in the way. Hit it and clear the way," Lance suddenly interrupted.

"What?"

Lance in the back seat retracted his gaze. He repeated in a low voice, "Hit the car."