Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 524 He Is Getting Married

Chapter 524: Chapter 524 He Is Getting Married

Frankie moved the four big boxes into Lance’s office.

Meeting Lance’s surprised eyes, Frankie stammered, "It’s the things you left at Ms. Thiel’s place. She asked someone to send them over."

"OK. Leave them in the lounge." Lance looked at the documents in his hands, not affected at all.

At the end of the day’s work, the city lit up, and the night became gorgeous.

Almost everyone in the company had left.

Lance went into the lounge and opened the boxes one by one.

The daily necessities, clothes, shoes, and other stuff inside the boxes were all arranged very well.

He stroked the organized objects one by one as if they were still warm from her hands.

He could imagine what she looked like when she was tidying up those clothes one by one.

He used to come home from work with the ironed clothes for the next day hanging in the room.

He was overwhelmed by sudden heartache. He grasped the neatly ironed clothes with his long, slender fingers until he wrinkled them.

He curled up his thin lips and laughed silently.

His smile looked miserable, but he felt that the messy clothes were much more pleasing to the eye.

This was his life.

It wasn’t smooth at all.

...

Yvette’s work was back on track, and her every day became very busy. Therefore, she did not have time to think about other things, and her life had become more fulfilling.

At noon, she was about to ask Susana about the client. As soon as she entered the office, she saw Susana looking at the computer attentively.

She heard a familiar name from the speaker.

"Ms. Beckford, you have been to the Wolseley Group frequently these days. Will there be good news with Mr. Wolseley soon? Are congratulations in order?"

Yvette saw that on the screen, Juliette was wearing a beige coat and a loose cotton dress. She was showing.

Seeing Yvette, Susana panicked and wanted to turn off the webpage, but she pressed the wrong button, and the video was now full screen.

On the screen, Juliette smiled warmly, "Yes, and there will be an announcement soon."

"Soon?" the reporter pushed the microphone in front of Juliette and said. "Will it be an announcement from the Wolseley Group?"

Juliette smiled gently and did not answer. Instead, she said, "Thank you for your concern. When it is time to make it public, it will. I’ll go in now."

She looked exactly like the hostess of the Wolseley Group.

Susana was flustered and directly turned off the screen.

Yet the computer was not turned off, and the sound was still being played.

"According to our information from the Wolseley Group’s official spokesperson, Mr. Wolseley’s wedding date will be announced soon, and a press release will be sent to the media when the time comes. This is Baylee Morrison, the financial news reporter, and we will now let the host take charge. Thank you."

The host joked, "Mr. Wolseley’s wedding is indeed very high-profile. It may be to break the rumors that the Beckford family and the Wolseley family were at odds with each other some time ago, and the Beckford family’s daughter has been receiving benefits during her appointment in the Wolseley Group.

"At that time, someone from the Wolseley Group claimed firmly that Mr. Wolseley had once denounced the matter of the Beckford family receiving interests at a meeting. Ever since that time, the Beckford family’s stock price has plummeted. However, rumors were still rumors after all. Facts eventually scotch these rumors, and the Beckford family has come back to life. I guess that even a legendary figure in the financial industry like Mr. Wolseley still has to surrender to love. He will be a great husband. Besides, in terms of Ms. Beckford’s pregnancy, they have to hold a wedding soon..."

"Thwack!"

Susana finally managed to turn off the computer.

"Yvette..."

Susana opened her mouth but did not know what to say.

She thought, damn! I blame the others in the company. They are so gossipy. Everyone is saying that the president of the Wolseley Group is about to get married, and I’ve become curious. That’s why I’ve been searching for relevant news.

"I’m fine," Yvette said calmly.

After saying that, she opened the file bag and asked, "Contact the client regarding this point and see if the client wants to make some changes."

Yvette discussed work matters with Susana for a while and looked normal.

Only then did Susana’s furrowed brows relax a little.

She didn’t know if Yvette had indeed let go or if Yvette was pretending.

However, when it came to relationships, other people’s appeasement basically wouldn’t help. One had to rely on oneself.

When Yvette returned to the office and tried to do something, she realized that she couldn’t.

As for now, she still couldn’t manage to stay immune when thinking about Lance.

She got up and went to the window to look at the green plant, trying to calm down.

However, it wasn’t something she could change easily.

...

Lance was in his office in the Wolseley Group.

Frankie knocked on the door and went in.

Lance leaned back on the chair, looking tired.

Frankie said, "Mr. Wolseley, Mr. Lynn is here, saying that he wants to see you."

Lance frowned. "Marlon?"

"Yes. I didn’t tell him that you were here."

Frankie didn’t tell Lance that Marlon had a murderous look on his face as if he wanted a fight.

Frankie thought, in my opinion, given their current relationship, they’d better not meet.

Mr. Wolseley is now so weak. I don’t think he can withstand a beating.

Unexpectedly, Lance said neatly, "Bring him to the reception room. I’ll go over."

Frankie wanted to persuade Lance, but in the end, he did not. He nodded and said, "OK."

Lance entered the reception room. Marlon was reading a copy of the Wolseley Group’s yearbook while standing by the window.

"Marlon," Lance blurted out.

Marlon turned his head, and with a sullen face, he said, "Mr. Wolseley, are we still that close? I don’t think I’m related to you anymore."

Without waiting for Lance to reply, Marlon sneered, "Mr. Wolseley, maybe you should call me Mr. Lynn from now on. Otherwise, others might think that you and I are close."

Though being mocked by Marlon, Lance was still indifferent and aloof, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

Marlon was the closest person to Yvette. Therefore, the second he saw Lance, he couldn’t calm down at all.

Marlon paid attention to Yvette’s words.

Therefore, he had been enduring for a few days before coming here.

If it had been two days ago, he would definitely have fought with Lance regardless of everything.

Though he was trying his best to endure, he still couldn’t help but grit his teeth while throwing a document at Lance.

"Mr. Wolseley, I’m now returning this ridiculous will to you!

"If you change the name on it, you should be able to make Ms. Beckford feel moved," he sneered.

Lance said coldly, "There’s no need for that. I have made a declaration that the will is invalid."

Marlon was speechless.

He thought, if it were not against the law to kill, I would have killed him already!

How can he insult us like this? Does he really think all the people from the Lynn family are pushovers?

He sneered coldly, "Mr. Wolseley, you indeed act fast and resolute."

Lance didn’t make a sound. It seemed that he would never respond no matter how Marlon mocked him.

It seemed that he had never intended to start a conflict with Marlon from the very beginning.

Marlon was bored. He wanted to hit Lance, but because of the latter’s silence, he could not even find an excuse.

Marlon clenched his fists, put them in his pockets, turned around, and walked to the door.

The moment he pulled the door, he paused and said without turning back, "Lance, I regret so much agreeing to let you get back together. If time could be reversed, you would never have this opportunity again."

Lance did not speak.

"That’s just as well. You’ll hurt her eventually anyway, so why not make it quick?" Marlon smiled.

In fact, Marlon had the same doubts as Yvette.

He thought, why? He had been willing to risk his life for her. Yet everything changed after he went back.

After thinking for a while, Marlon still asked, "Are you up to something?"

"No," Lance said after being silent for a long time.

Marlon knew what kind of man Lance was, so Lance’s answer wasn’t surprising.

Marlon smiled, "Yvette isn’t as weak as you think. She doesn’t need to be protected that much. The way you’re doing it now is the last thing she can accept.

"Congratulations on successfully losing her.

"Congratulations. Yvette will never look back."

After that, Marlon walked out of the door without turning back.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Lance looked at the tightly closed door and was silent.

Then, there were huge crash sounds.

The door was pushed open in an instant.

Frankie came in and saw the mess on the ground.

All the honorary trophies in the entire display case had been smashed to the floor.

Frankie had just heard the loud noises, so he hurried in.

He nervously sized the calm Lance up and was surprised to find that Lance wasn’t hurt.

He thought, they didn’t fight?

Then what’s this on the ground?

He asked tentatively, "Mr. Wolseley, are you alright?"

Frankie wondered if Lance might have some wound hidden under his clothes, and he missed it.

"Make an announcement," Lance said with a cold expression.

Frankie was stunned for a second before he asked with uncertainty, "Make an announcement?"

"Yes. It will be on September 20th."

"Well..."

Frankie wanted to say something. Lance glanced at him coldly, and he immediately responded, "Alright."

"Arrange some domestic and international media to release more relevant news so that the heat will continue until that day."

Frankie didn’t know what Lance wanted to do. He didn’t dare to ask, so he simply nodded and said, "OK."

After Lance left, Frankie looked at the mess on the ground and sighed softly.

Then he asked someone to clean it up.

...

Yvette used a lot of work to ignore the upcoming event and her broken heart. However, during the break, she still opened the Wolseley Group’s official website, as if her fingers were out of control.

The latest announcement came at 2:10 p.m.

Sure enough, she saw the names of the man she once loved and the woman she hated listed together.

They would be married on September 20th.

The letters in harsh red were like a knife, stabbing Yvette’s heart.

She thought, the official announcement of their marriage is so high-profile, so pompous. I guess the media is right. He dotes on her so much.

I was married to Lance for years, and I was always invisible. Few knew me.

Suddenly, I feel that someone is clutching my heart, and I can’t even breathe.

Their wedding day is less than two months away. He acts so quickly, which catches me off guard.

Is it really like what the media says? That Juliette is pregnant, and their wedding cannot be put off?

But her baby... Hasn’t it already been proved that it’s not Lance’s?

Based on my understanding of Lance, he isn’t someone who is willing to raise others’ babies. That leaves only one possibility...

Perhaps it is his baby.

Such a thought made her sick.

She thought, how could he do that? How could he have sex with another woman while he pretended to love me so much?

I am disgusted!

She quickly took out the medicine to stop herself from vomiting.

After calming down for a while, Yvette pressed the button to close the web page. She thought that after a few days, she was now able to let go.

However, her fingers kept shaking. She tried three times but still failed to turn off the laptop.

She slammed the laptop shut directly.

Everyone in the company had left. Susana knocked on the door and asked her carefully, "Yvette, are you going home? I’ll give you a ride."

As Susana spoke, her phone rang. She turned off her phone. Seeing that, Yvette figured that Susana might have something to do.

Yvette shook her head. "Go ahead. The driver is waiting for me downstairs."

After returning home, Yvette soaked herself in the bathtub, but the warm water could not warm her cold heart.

In the next few days, even if Yvette did not pay attention to the news regarding Lance and Juliette deliberately, she would still come across relevant reports from time to time.

"Mr. Wolseley shopped for furniture with his fiancée..."

"Mr. Wolseley had late-night snacks with his fiancée..."

"Mr. Wolseley took his fiancée to a beauty salon..."

The media made Lance a perfect gentleman who was nothing but great to Juliette, his fiancée, causing many young women to be envious and mention their boyfriends in the comment sections.

The women left their comments one after another: "Even Mr. Wolseley, a busy man, can find time to go to a beauty salon with his fiancée. What about you?"

"Even Mr. Wolseley, a man who can earn millions of dollars in a minute, can find time to eat outside with his fiancée at night. What about you?"

Similar comments were everywhere.

At first, seeing those reports and comments made Yvette uncomfortable. Yet there were countless of them, and gradually, she became immune to them.

And gradually, she began to buy the media’s words, that Lance loved Juliette very, very much.

She thought, after all, those things he has been doing with Juliette are confusing to me.

I’m getting more and more confused about what kind of man Lance is.

Which side of him is real? Is he the man who drove the car into the sea regardless of his life or the man who has changed for love?

I can’t tell anymore.

After work that day, Susana knocked on the door. "Yvette, care to join me for dinner?"

Sensing that Yvette had been depressed these past few days, Susana wanted to cheer Yvette up.

In the past, they would eat together whenever they felt down.

Yvette did not want to, but she did not want to show her gloominess too obviously and make Susana worried, so she said briskly, "Sure."

When they arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, Susana’s phone rang.

Yvette saw the car’s center screen. It was Marlon.

She glanced at Susana strangely and thought, why is Marlon calling Susana?

Susana was flustered and hung up hastily.

Yvette was stunned and asked casually, "Why didn’t you pick up the phone?"

Before Susana could answer, her phone rang again.

She blushed.

Yvette looked at the screen and then looked at Susana, realizing something.

She said casually, "Marlon must have something to talk to you about. Go ahead and answer it. I’ll go up first. It’s Room Two, right?"

Susana nodded, but she did not answer the phone immediately. She said to Yvette worriedly, "Be careful when going up. I’ll be there in a second."

Only when Yvette got out of the car did Susana dare to answer the phone.

"Why did you hang up?

"Who are you with? Is it a bad time for you?" Marlon sounded so cold, even though he was on the other end of the line.

Susana subconsciously did not want to report her whereabouts to him. She said indifferently, "No one. What do you want?"

Marlon sneered.

It seemed that he was in a bad mood. He said, "I left my clothes at your place last night. I’m here to get them."

"Are you at my place?" Susana asked, nervous.