Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 519 Why Would He Care?

Chapter 519: Chapter 519 Why Would He Care?

Yvette was stunned by Isabel’s innocent words.

Yvette said hesitantly, "I don’t know yet."

Isabel asked with confusion, "Then why don’t you tell Daddy, Mommy? What if he also likes the baby as much as I do?"

"Actually, I am having some issues with daddy right now. I like this pair of babies very much, but I am a little uncertain."

"A pair? Does it mean two?" Isabel asked with excitement, "Is it like the twin brothers in our class, who look exactly the same?"

"That’s what the doctor said." Yvette nodded.

"Mommy, you are so awesome!"

After Isabel was excited for a while, her little face wrinkled up. "Mommy, don’t you want the two babies?"

Yvette didn’t know what to say.

It was not that Yvette didn’t want the babies, but in the current situation, she was a little uncertain.

Isabel’s persistence and desire for the role of a father made Yvette very worried that the babies would continue to face this problem after they were born.

Yvette did not want the babies to grow up without a father again.

"Mommy, can I make a small suggestion?" Isabel asked in a small voice.

"Of course, baby."

"Actually, it doesn’t matter even if the two babies’ daddy doesn’t like them as much as we do."

Isabel said sweetly, "We have Mommy, Marlon, Grandpa, Kamila, and Susana."

Isabel stretched out her little fingers and counted the people loving her one by one.

Isabel raised two small palms and raised them up for Yvette to see. Then Isabel said, "Mommy, look, there are so many people who love me and the babies. You don’t have to worry at all."

Yvette couldn’t help but laugh, and her heart instantly became soft.

What Yvette was most worried about was Isabel’s future, but now it seemed that there would be nothing wrong with that.

With so many people caring about her and their timely guidance and open-minded education, Isabel had been growing up in a very healthy and strong way.

All this made Isabel grow into a very loving little girl.

Yvette lowered her body and gently hugged Isabel. Yvette said gently, "Thank you, Belle. Let’s work hard together."

After blinking her big round eyes, Isabel said, "Mommy, let’s work hard together."

Yvette held Isabel in her arms, and after a while, Yvette heard a small buzzing voice saying, "Mommy, I wonder how that granny is doing?"

Yvette paused a little.

Isabel had been thinking about Tanya for a long time.

Unfortunately, Isabel didn’t manage to see Tanya that day.

Yvette comforted, "Don’t worry, Belle. I have inquired about it. That Granny is in good condition now. We will definitely see her when she gets better."

Isabel said, "Mommy, it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have pulled Kamila to help that uncle, who sold candies, when I saw him fall."

"Belle, I told you last time that you just wanted to do something good at that time. No one will blame you."

Yvette gently patted Isabel’s back and comforted her, "Belle, you have to remember that at any time, we can’t blame ourselves for others’ mistakes. Whether it is Marlon, your grandpa, or me, we all think that it is not wrong for you to want to save someone. It is that bad guy’s fault. He used your kindness."

Then, Yvette looked down at Isabel gently and said, "Belle, remember, you did not do anything wrong."

Isabel nodded, and she felt much better. Isabel then said softly, "Mommy, I will continue to do good things, but I will protect myself and do it when I’m sure there is no danger."

Yvette was pleased that Isabel got it, and praised her, "Belle, you are great!"

After Isabel fell asleep, Yvette gently closed the door.

After Yvette came out, the expression on her face became serious.

After school that day, Isabel was immediately captivated by the guy who sold candies.

Those candies were very delicate, and made into all kinds of shapes, like dolls, small animals, and so on.

Although Isabel liked those candies very much, she was very obedient and would never run around alone after school.

Just as Isabel was about to go to the car with Kamila, that guy who sold candies was suddenly hit by a motorcycle.

The surrounding cars came and went, but no one helped that guy, so Isabel ran over, holding Kamila’s hand.

Isabel wanted to see if the guy was alright and if Kamila needed to call the ambulance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Isabel went over and asked that guy if he was OK, she felt dizzy by a burst of fragrance, and then a car came over to take Isabel and Kamila away.

Until now, when Yvette thought of this matter, she still felt a bone-chilling cold.

Yvette thought, how could there be such a vicious person who would use other people’s kindness to achieve his evil intention?

Later, the police found the bodies of the criminals in the river, together with the car.

Yvette knew that the criminals were probably murdered.

But Yvette did not pity the criminals at all, because those guys must have done countless evil deeds.

These villains acted in collusion with each other, harming others. And they deserved to end up like this.

The bodies of the kidnappers involved in this incident were all found.

However, Yvette felt familiar with the method the person behind all this adopted.

Yvette thought, heartless and cruel, and no survivors are allowed to be left.

This is always the style of the Beckford Group.

On the surface, it seemed like Yvette and the others had already let go of this matter, but in private, they had never stopped collecting evidence.

There were many things that Yvette could not do, and it was all secretly handled by Marlon.

They would never let this matter go.

No matter how long it would take, Yvette and the others have to catch the real murderer behind the scenes.

The next day.

After settling the work, Yvette went to an appointment with someone for dinner.

This man was a friend of Zachery, and he helped Yvette to pull in a very big business deal.

Yvette arrived at the restaurant early and waited for the man to come over.

Soon, a middle-aged man with an excellent temperament walked in. He immediately saw Yvette sitting at the dining table.

The man immediately waved his hand, "Yve."

Yvette hurriedly stood up and said respectfully, "Clark."

After Clark sat down, the two of them chatted about work as they ate.

After they finished eating, Clark said, "Yve, do you know any place for guests? Two of my friends are coming over for a chat."

"I know one and I know the manager over there. I’ll make an appointment for you and take you there later."

"Thank you so much."

"That’s nothing. You don’t come back to New York often. I’ll definitely arrange everything for you tonight."

"That’s fine. These two friends of mine are somewhat connected with your business. You guys can meet each other as well."

"No problem."

If it was someone else, Yvette would definitely not go.

But Clark had known Zachery for many years and had always treated Yvette as his own daughter. Yvette believed Clark would never harm her.

Clark and Yvette quickly went to a clubhouse not far away. They arrived in about ten minutes.

The clubhouse was very high-end, a quiet place to drink and chat similar to the feeling of a bar.

The most important thing was that the clubhouse required membership and reservation. Only people with a certain identity and assets could become members.

This was also to avoid clutter.

Although Clark was Yvette’s elder, he was only in his forties. Clark looked young and was full of vitality.

After Clark and Yvette took a seat, Clark’s two friends arrived very quickly. One of them brought his wife.

After Clark introduced Yvette, Clark’s friends were very respectful to Yvette. They even exchanged their business cards with Yvette and promised to cooperate with her when there was a business deal next time.

The wife of Clark’s friend had a very pleasant chat with Yvette.

Since it was still only past eight, Yvette was not in a hurry to go back and had a pleasant chat with that madam.

Halfway through, Clark’s friend left with his wife. Before they left, that madam made an appointment with Yvette to visit her studio in the next two days.

Yvette happily agreed.

Yvette sent the madam to the door and saw her leave.

Unexpectedly, when Yvette returned to her seat, she saw a familiar figure sitting next to her original seat and chatting happily with Clark.

The man stretched out his long legs and seemed to be leaning on the sofa casually.

The collar of the man’s white shirt was open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His sleeves were also half rolled up, and the blue veins on his strong and slender arms were slightly protruding, showing an unspeakable sexiness.

Even if the man was sitting in the back of the light, he could still attract the attention of all the girls present.

Although Yvette had not paid attention to Lance’s news for the past two days, she still heard some of the big news about the Wolseley Group from her colleagues.

It was said that the Wolseley Group was in the middle of a drastic reform, and even the faction Colton was in had been wiped out by Lance.

Originally, some of the fence-sitters were standing neutral. When the news of Lance’s death came, these fence-sitters had nothing to worry about. They immediately turned to Colton’s side.

Fortunately, Lance faked his death and found these people, and thus, successfully dealt with them.

Now, Colton and Charlie were isolated and helpless in the company. To Lance, it was just a question of time to drive the two out of their positions.

It was no wonder that Lance looked so proud at this time without a hint of concern on his face.

Yvette looked at the handsome face that was so dazzling, and for a moment, she felt that perhaps from the beginning, she was wrong.

Yvette thought, maybe Lance did not have any difficulty that he was reluctant to mention at that time at all.

Perhaps everything is just as he said that he no longer loved me.

Yvette paused for a few seconds before walking over.

When Clark saw Yvette walk over, he happily held Yvette’s hand and introduced her to Lance. "This is my good friend’s daughter, Yvette Thiel. She has a studio in New York. Lance, you have to take care of her for me more."

Lance seemed to look at Yvette and said indifferently, "Clark, I know Ms. Thiel."

Yvette forced a smile, thinking, finally, he is not calling me Ms. Lynn with sarcasm.

Clark was surprised at first, and then his face became full of joy. "Really? It would be better if you knew each other! Our Yvette is excellent both in appearance and strength."

Clark obviously did not know about the relationship between Yvette and Lance. And telling from what he said, Clark had the intention of matchmaking the two of them. Thus, the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Lance nodded and said perfunctorily, "Not bad."

It was obvious that Lance did not want to continue this topic.

Clark was very observant. Although Clark really liked Lance, who had good taste in art, Clark had no reason to force him to be with Yvette if he was not interested.

Yvette also noticed that, and she was afraid that Clark would feel embarrassed, so she changed the topic, "How could you know Mr. Wolseley, Clark?"

Mr. Wolseley...

When Lance heard the way Yvette addressed him, his hand that was holding the cup handle froze.

Yvette was looking at Clark and didn’t notice that.

Clark smiled. "It was at an art exhibition. Lance and I had a good chat. We two felt like old friends at the first meeting."

Clark’s friend also smiled and said, "Since then, let’s have a toast together."

As the man spoke, he raised his glass and proposed a toast.

Yvette’s glass was filled with water, but it looked similar to liquor.

As soon as Yvette lifted the glass up, it was suddenly upset by Lance.

Lance apologized expressionlessly, "I’m sorry."

Yvette was speechless.

Yvette poured another glass of water from the pot. Clark knew that she could not drink wine and he didn’t allow her to drink either, so he knew that it was just warm and pure water in the pot, but others did not.

Yvette was just about to put down the pot when Lance raised his elbow again.

Bang.

This time, even the pot in Yvette’s hand was knocked down.

Yvette didn’t know what to say.

"Sorry." Lance’s tone was indifferent, without any sincerity.

Yvette suspected that Lance did all that intentionally.

At this moment, Lance waved at the waiter. "Waiter, please get this lady a pot of warm pure water."

Yvette went speechless again.

Yvette felt that Lance really did it on purpose.

Yvette thought, perhaps, Lance thought it was liquor?

Once this thought arose, Yvette could not suppress it.

Why would he care whether I am drinking?

In the past, Lance knew how muddle-headed Yvette would become when she was drunk, so he basically did not allow her to drink any alcohol.

Could it be...

Yvette got up and went to the bathroom to pour some cold water on her face to wake herself up.

Looking at the pale face in the mirror, Yvette could not remember how long she had not smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Yvette thought of Isabel’s words that Lance did not push Isabel on purpose.

Plus what happened just now, all of this made the hope in Yvette’s heart arise again bit by bit.

After calming down, Yvette returned to her seat.

On the way, Yvette saw that Clark and his friend were no longer in their seats but were dancing on the dance floor.

There was only Lance left in the seat.

Thinking of this, Yvette quickened her pace and wanted to ask Lance about something.

However, before Yvette could get close, she saw a fashionably dressed sexy girl bend over and say something in Lance’s ear.

Yvette walked closer and heard clearly that the woman was helping her best friend ask Lance for his number.

Yvette looked in the direction the woman was pointing. When the woman’s best friend looked at Yvette, she looked aggressive, making Yvette very uncomfortable.

Tonight, Yvette had been sitting by Lance’s side the entire time. The two girls probably were not sure whether she was Lance’s female companion or not.

However, the two girls took advantage of the time when Yvette went to the bathroom to ask Lance for his number and even showed an aggressive look at Yvette.

What these two girls did really made Yvette pissed.

When the girl saw Yvette come over, she did not back down. Instead, she said in a sweet voice, "Are you serious that if I drink this glass of wine, you will give me your number?"

As the girl spoke, she deliberately bent over, and her fair boobs were almost exposed to Lance completely.

Yvette frowned as she watched.

Yvette thought, men cannot be fond of such vulgar girls.

But what happened in the next second was like a slap in Yvette’s face.

Lance’s pitch-black eyes revealed a touch of wanton. Then he said casually, "Yes."