Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 520 Is It a Misunderstanding?

Chapter 520: Chapter 520 Is It a Misunderstanding?

The girl raised the wine glass high in her hand and drank it all in one gulp.

She drank a full glass of liquor calmly. She put down the glass and did not show any signs of getting drunk.

It was obvious that she was a frequent visitor to nightclubs and could hold her liquor.

Lance’s eyebrows showed a trace of pleasure. He was handsome and not cold at all.

The girl spoke much more casually. She directly pushed the empty glass in front of him and said proudly, "See?"

The flickering light illuminated Lance’s face, making him look even more handsome.

Facing the girl’s eyes of adoration, Lance casually replied, "Not bad."

The girl saw that he was a little interested and reached out her hand. She smiled and said, "Then what about what you promised me?"

They talked as if the people around them had been outsiders.

Yvette clenched her fist and pinched her palm secretly to suppress the bad feelings in her heart.

Lance looked around casually with his black eyes, but he was able to see everything.

He also saw Yvette’s clearly pale face.

"Handsome, don’t go back on your word. I will lose face in front of my best friend." The girl pursed her lips and urged him.

His slender fingers picked up a gilded business card and slowly raised it. The moment the girl reached out to take it, he withdrew his hand slightly.

"Handsome, give it to me."

The girl used a sweet tone to plead with him.

She had met many men. And the more serious men were, the more perverted they could be in private.

Therefore, the girl knew how to deal with those sanctimonious men.

However, the handsome man in front of her was obviously not an ordinary man. The girl naturally tried her best to be attractive.

She bit her lips and said, "Give it to me. Please give it to me."

Her tone made people feel uncomfortable. She sounded very lewd as if she was going to take off her clothes in the next second.

Yvette frowned, unable to bear it any longer. She stepped forward and sat down in her seat.

Yvette thought that the girl would behave herself when she was there.

The next second, Yvette saw Lance’s fingers move forward slightly and place the business card in the girl’s breasts.

Such a vulgar action was not surprising in a bar, but what Lance did was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the woman sitting next to him.

The girl was also surprised by his action. She thought that such a handsome and rich man would not be so easy to get.

Suddenly, her face was red, and she said shyly, "Handsome, you bad boy."

She covered her mouth, with a charming look on her face. She didn’t finish her meaningful words.

Lance’s fingers only touched the business card from beginning to end and did not touch her chest at all. However, she spoke in an affected tone as if he had touched her chest.

Lance crossed his legs and smiled in acquiescence. He said lightly, "What? You don’t like it?"

The girl’s face turned red from his straightforward words. She bit her lips and said, "I like it. I like it..."

Lance laughed in a lazy tone. "Don’t give my business card to your best friend."

"Ah..."

Only then did the girl remember that her original intention was to help her best friend get his number.

But she had long been fascinated by the handsome man in front of her and did not remember this at all.

However, it seemed that Lance liked her more. So the girl decided to forget about her best friend.

She was determined to stick to such a handsome and rich man.

"Handsome, I will stay in the hotel next door tonight." She made a phone call gesture and said with a charming look, "I’ll call you when I’m done."

Lance smiled and did not speak, but in the eyes of others, it was tacit consent.

Yvette clenched her fist so hard that her nails hurt. Even though she felt that he was acting, when she thought of him touching this kind of woman, she felt disgusted.

If she still did not understand Lance’s intention, she would appear stupid.

He deliberately sat next to her so that she could see everything clearly and lose hope.

But this method was too dirty.

The girl got a satisfactory answer. When she returned to her seat, she deliberately walked to Yvette and stepped on her shoe.

She was wearing a pair of high heels and stepped on Yvette’s foot rashly. Yvette screamed in pain.

However, the girl did not apologize. Instead, she wore a provocative smile and went away.

"Stop!" Yvette shouted at the girl.

The girl stopped. Her tone was still arrogant. "What?"

Yvette said, "You stepped on me."

"Did I step on you?" The girl seemed to be amused and refused to admit it. "Girl, don’t slander me. I didn’t feel anything just now, and I didn’t even touch you."

Yvette was wearing black leather shoes with soft soles today. Because she was pregnant, she had high requirements for the shoes now. She only wore comfortable shoes.

The black leather on her feet was of high quality. Being stepped on, it would quickly bounce back. And if she didn’t take off her shoes, no one could know that her foot was stepped on.

Obviously, the girl refused to admit it for this reason.

The girl curled her lips and said, "Miss, he talked to me. I can understand that you are jealous, but you can’t frame me."

Yvette was surprised.

She did not expect that this girl would actually make false accusations against her.

"You said that I framed you?" Yvette smiled coldly.

"Of course."

The girl could have ignored Yvette and left directly, but she had changed her mind just now. In her opinion, if she was pitiful enough, maybe the handsome man would ask her to sit down.

She looked at Lance with big eyes and said, "Handsome, you have to help me."

Yvette didn’t bother to waste her time on her.

Looking at her clothes, Yvette took a tumble.

Her clothes were skimpy and cheap. She could not be a member of the club.

She must have sneaked in with someone’s help to hook up with the rich.

Yvette said coldly, "Apologize to me, or I will go to the manager to check your identity as a member."

This sentence made the girl’s arrogant look disappear in an instant. She panicked.

She sneaked in. High-end clubs had very strict rules. Once she was found and her face was recorded, she would not be able to sneak in again.

This club was very high-end. She had gained a lot here and did not want to be exposed.

However, even though she was afraid, she knew that she could not admit that she had stepped on Yvette. It would leave Lance with a bad impression.

The girl got closer to Lance and wanted to pull his hand, but he dodged naturally.

She was flustered, so she did not realize it. She pretended to choke up and said, "Handsome, your friend bullied me. You should help me..."

Yvette was shocked by her shamelessness. The girl lied all the time.

Wasn’t it obvious who was the bully?

If she hadn’t deliberately stepped on Yvette, Yvette wouldn’t have bothered to talk to her at all.

Lance rubbed the handle of his glass with his fingers and said unhurriedly, "It’s just a misunderstanding. She is crying so pitifully. Ms. Thiel, don’t be so aggressive."

These words were like snowflakes in Yvette’s ears, and a sense of coldness instantly penetrated her bones.

She had been stepped on, but she did not expect that Lance would ask her not to be aggressive.

No matter how good Yvette’s temper was, she didn’t want to be slandered.

Yvette quickly took off her shoe and sock, revealing her fair foot. She smiled and said, "Is this a misunderstanding?"

There was a very obvious red mark on her foot, and it was even a little purple.

In fact, the girl only stepped on her foot for an instant. If it was an ordinary person, it would probably only leave a slightly red mark at most, or even there would not be a mark.

However, Yvette’s skin was fair, and even the skin on his feet was white and smooth.

So, even a light mark would last for a long time.

Taking off shoes in a bar was very unsightly, and Yvette didn’t want to be watched, so she quickly put on the shoe again.

The girl felt a little guilty.

She didn’t expect that she could leave a mark after stepping on her for a second.

She compromised and said softly, "Miss, I didn’t know. It’s really a misunderstanding!"

"Apologize." Yvette didn’t want to say anything more to her, so she just said one word and stopped talking.

The girl turned to look at Lance with tears in her big eyes, looking very pitiful.

At this moment, Lance looked down, and his expression was very calm. He seemed emotionless.

But the girl felt an inexplicable coldness.

It made her shiver.

She said with grievance, "Sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me."

She talked as if she had been the victim.

Obviously, she was good at acting.

Yvette was aggressive, so she showed the white feather and knelt down.

"Miss, if you are not satisfied, I will apologize in this way. Okay?"

Yvette was caught off guard by the girl’s action.

She clearly only wanted a fair apology, but this girl made such a big scene.

The surrounding people all cast looks of condemnation at Yvette.

Yvette’s expression was indifferent as she stated her intention, "All I want is..."

Lance interrupted her before she could finish her sentence with "apology".

He frowned and looked at the girl. "Get up."

The girl’s eyes were red, and she looked at Yvette as if she didn’t dare to get up without Yvette’s forgiveness.

Yvette said nothing.

Lance did not have much patience and said coldly, "If you enjoy this, then go out and kneel."

The girl realized that she could not go too far, or Lance would lose his patience. So she hurriedly got up.

"Thank you."

Her eyes were red, and she sobbed softly as she thanked him.

In addition, she was wearing a short skirt. The floor of the club was cold, and her knees were red.

She looked even more pitiful.

This was the first time Yvette had encountered someone so good at acting. Perhaps because she had gone to nightclubs frequently, the girl became shameless.

"What is your name?" Lance asked.

"Ah..."

The girl opened her mouth in surprise. "Are you asking me?"

Lance clasped his hands together, and his intoxicating eyes fell on the girl. He hummed lazily.

The girl smiled with tears in her eyes. "My name is Miriam Patterson."

Lance raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated the name, "Miriam..."

The girl said, "Miriam Patterson."

"Miriam Patterson." The corners of Lance’s mouth curled. "A good name."

He raised his hand and called a waiter over. He showed his black card, then pointed at Miriam, and said, "Go and get a membership card for this lady."

Miriam was so surprised that she couldn’t close her mouth.

After all, a membership card of Royal Club was only accessible to those who had more than 16 million dollars. Royal Club also ran a café, a high-end restaurant, and an entertainment club. The membership card could be used in these places.

Only with a membership card could one make a reservation.

The membership card was not only a symbol of money but also a symbol of identity.

It was a card that many people dreamed of. Of course, Miriam was no exception.

But she never dreamed that she would have a chance to have it in her life.

Miriam was so happy that her voice changed. She said incoherently, "Thank you, sir. Thank you..."

Lance smiled gently. "Go."

Miriam happily followed the waiter to get a card. Before she left, she glared at Yvette when Lance could not see her.

Her glance was like a slap in Yvette’s face.

Just now, Yvette threatened Miriam with the fact that she did not have a membership card and asked her to apologize.

In the next second, Lance got a membership card for Miriam.

It was more than a slap in her face.

It hurt her a lot.

Yvette sat on the spot with a pale face. She felt disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.

She said with an embarrassed expression, "Lance, you don’t believe me?"

"Ms. Thiel, don’t think too much." Lance still did not look her in the eye.

Yvette only felt that it was absurd. For a moment, she felt that she didn’t know him at all.

What could he do to make her give up?

She didn’t want to sit there and wanted to leave. At this time, Clark and his friends came back.

They had just met each other over there, so they chatted for a while and did not know the situation here.

Clark pulled two young men over and enthusiastically introduced them to Yvette.

"Yvette, they are the children of my close friends. We know each other well. Although they are now living abroad, they will return to New York for work in the future. You should know each other. You are all young people. You should help each other."

Everyone could tell that Clark was trying to set up a date for Yvette.

Clark had been upset by Lance’s attitude just now. Although Clark admired this young man, Clark valued Yvette more. He treated her like his daughter.

Therefore, he decided to do something and prove that Yvette could be popular.

Although Clark was middle-aged, he could be childish.

He could not hide his emotions, which was good.

Yvette was very embarrassed, but she could not refuse Clark. She politely exchanged business cards with the two men.

She wanted to leave, but she gave up because Clark had been chatting with her.

At this time, the host of the club suddenly turned on the microphone and said in a loud voice, "Dear guests, the Night of Warm Friday begins again. Please put down your mobile phones and give the people around you a warm and loving hug."

Yvette rarely came to the clubhouse and did not understand what was going on.

The next second, all the lights went out.

Just as she was in a panic, she felt warm, and she was held tightly by an unknown person.

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