Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 539 The Farmer and the Snake

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 The Farmer and the Snake

Juliette’s eyes were vicious. She looks like a scorpion with a deadly poison.

Yvette did not miss that. She saw the viciousness in Juliette’s eyes clearly.

She immediately felt that something was wrong and wanted to turn around and leave. Juliette suddenly said, "Help me, Yvette, help me, I am pregnant..."

Yvette was confused at first, but when she saw the direction where Juliette fell, her eyes suddenly widened.

Juliette’s back was aimed at the corner of the table!

Juliette was pregnant. If she hit the corner of the table hard, her baby would be in danger.

Out of kindness, Yvette reached out without hesitation.

A gleam of vicious flashed into Juliette’s eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up. It seemed like she had expected it.

Juliette knew Yvette very well.

Juliette also reached her hand out to Yvette with her jaw clenched. Juliette used all her strength.

Juliette wanted to pull Yvette down and throw Yvette hard on the cabinet.

But the moment their fingertips touched, Yvette suddenly stopped.

Under Juliette’s hostile gaze, Yvette retracted her hand.

Juliette’s expression changed in an instant.

Yvette was such a soft-hearted woman. Juliette did not expect that Yvette would retract her hand at that moment.

"Arrrgh!"

A squeal of pain echoed throughout the room.

Juliette’s lower back slammed heavily into the corner of the table. She sat on the ground with a pained expression. Blood was pouring down her legs. It was a horrible sight to watch.

Juliette’s face was covered with disbelief when she saw Yvette’s expressionless face.

Juliette pointed at Yvette’s calm face and said hoarsely, "You, you, you...!"

Juliette couldn’t say anything else but you. She repeated that word.

She didn’t understand when Yvette had become so ruthless.

"You want to ask me why I didn’t save you?" Yvette calmly said.

There was a pained look on Juliette’s face. She stared at Yvette, waiting for Yvette’s answer.

"Because it reminds me of the fable of the farmer and the snake." Yvette looked at Juliette. Yvette said slowly, "Now that I’ve figured that out. Why should I repeat the farmer’s mistakes?"

Just now, Yvette had clearly seen the viciousness and excitement in Juliette’s eyes.

At that moment, Yvette already knew what would happen if she held Juliette’s hand.

Because of inertia, she’ll be pulled toward Juliette. And then, her belly would hit the corner of the table.

That was extremely dangerous!

Yvette was pregnant with two babies. If her belly hit the table, she might have had a miscarriage. The babies and her could even die.

There was no third possibility.

Juliette must have known something. Or maybe she already suspected something. That was why she would do something like this.

Juliette wanted this to look like an accident. And Juliette was pregnant, too. Nobody would blame her.

She had thought of everything. But she was wrong about Yvette.

Yvette was a kind and cultured person who was willing to give the person who hurt her another chance.

Yvette could not stand by and watch those in need when danger came.

That meant she was only willing to give the people who hurt her one more chance.

But if that person did not repent, Yvette would not give that person any more chance.

Moreover, Juliette was a vicious woman. And she had framed Yvette and the people around Yvette again and again.

At the critical moment, Yvette stretched out her hand out of instinct. And she withdrew her hand to protect herself.

Juliette was a scheming woman. Just now, Yvette had clearly seen that Juliette had not fallen by accident. Juliette wasn’t trying to get help.

Everything Juliette did was frame Yvette.

Juliette was furious. Her looked extremely painful.

She wished she could punch Yvette in the belly right now. But her body didn’t allow her to do that at that moment.

"Bitch! You sleazy little whore!" She gulped and kept cursing.

Yvette looked at Juliette’s angry face and became more confident that she had done the right thing.

She wouldn’t help others at the expense of hurting herself.

Otherwise, bad people would take advantage of her. And that was not what Yvette wanted.

Yvette did not intend to tangle with Juliette. It was already her greatest mercy to go to the front desk to call the police.

Just as Yvette was about to turn around, she heard Juliette’s gloomy voice.

Juliette gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Do you think you are safe now?"

Yvette turned around to look at Juliette. Yvette wanted to know what Juliette was going to do.

Suddenly, Juliette raised her voice and screamed shrilly.

"Help! Help me! She is trying to kill me!"

Yvette was stunned. And then she saw Juliette crawl toward her with a fierce look on Juliette’s face. Juliette wiped the blood on Yvette’s hand. And Juliette held Yvette tightly.

Juliette’s eyes were red with hatred. She said, "I won’t let you off the hook!"

The next second, Stella suddenly ran out of nowhere and grabbed Yvette’s hand. Stella shouted, "You murderer. You’re not going to leave!"

Yvette wanted to shake Stella off, but there was blood and water on the ground. It was very slippery. Yvette didn’t dare to struggle too hard. So, she couldn’t get rid of Stella.

More and more people crowded around. There was an outbreak of muttering at that. And everyone was looking at Yvette accusingly.

"She looks simple. I didn’t expect she’d try to kill someone. Appearances can be deceptive."

"That’s true. I heard she stole that woman’s husband."

"What? She sounds like a bitch. And she won’t get any sympathy even in death."

"..."

Yvette’s hands were covered in blood. She was surrounded by a lot of people and could not get out at all.

She had tried to explain that she had done nothing. But it was noisy there. No one heard her at all.

The crowd was getting more and more agitated, and they couldn’t listen to her explanation.

Stella took the opportunity to push Yvette down.

Yvette could only grab Stella’s arm hard to prevent herself from falling down. Stella tried several times, but Yvette still didn’t fall. So, Stella started to push Yvette even harder.

At that time, someone called the police and yelled, "Keep an eye on this bad woman and wait for the police to come."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" the crowd gave way when they heard that stern voice.

Yvette’s hands were held by Stella. She saw a tall, strong man with a cold expression walking toward her. The man walked very fast and hurried past Yvette.

And then, Lance ignored the blood on Juliette’s body and bent his knees to pick up Juliette.

From beginning to end, his eyes did not linger on Yvette for even half a second.

It was like he only had eyes for Juliette. And he didn’t care about anyone else in the world.

Yvette could remain calm in front of Lance, but at that moment, she still felt her heart was bleeding.

Lance had done the same to Yvette, so she could tell he was not pretending.

It turned out that he really fell in love with Juliette.

Lance picked up Juliette. He walked past Yvette. Clarence Paston, Lance’s new assistant, didn’t know Yvette. So, he asked Lance, "Mr. Wolseley, how should we deal with this woman?"

Lance’s eyes were dark. He stared fiercely at Yvette. Yvette couldn’t help but shiver.

"Take her to the hospital with us," Lance said coldly. He sounded completely emotionless.

Yvette did not want to go to the hospital with them. So, she stood where she was and refused, "I won’t go with you. When the policemen come, they will prove my innocence."

Lance looked at her with his cold eyes. Then his thin lips twitched slightly. "Take her with us!"

Yvette did not know what he was going to do to her. She felt a little uneasy, but she was forcibly pulled into the car by Clarence.

Just then, Laila, the owner of the dye factory, went out to look for Yvette after Yvette had left the factory for a long time. Seeing that Yvette was taken into the car, Laila rushed over and grabbed Yvette’s sleeve. "What are you doing? You want to kidnap her in broad daylight? It’s against the law!"

Clarence ignored Laila. He shook off Laila’s hand and closed the window of the car.

The moment the window was about to close, Yvette suddenly put her phone in Laila’s hand. And Yvette said, "Don’t worry, call my brother to deal with the things in the factory."

Laila was stunned for a moment. She stood where she was and didn’t follow that car.

Lance was in the car ahead. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said coldly, "Keep an eye on that woman. Have her do a physical exam."

Then they arrived at the hospital.

Juliette was sent to the emergency room for rescue.

Lance stared intently at the door of the operation room, looking very worried.

On the other hand, Yvette lowered her eyes and leaned against the door.

She was exhausted after everything she had been through. She forced herself to stand, but her feet seemed to have no strength in them.

She could only lean against the door to have some rest.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room opened. A nurse came out and said seriously, "Sir, the patient is in a dangerous situation. If you want to save the child, the life of the pregnant woman will be in great danger. We want to ask your opinion as her family. If you’ve decided that saving the baby is your priority?"

Lance frowned. It looked like he was struggling. A few moments later, he said, "Please save Juliette."

"Okay, please sign these documents here."

When the door of the operating room was closed again, Yvette’s eyes met Lance’s.

Yvette saw the worry in his eyes.

Yvette felt bitter at heart. She didn’t want to be there for another second. She did not want to be the witness to their love.

"Can I leave now, Mr. Wolseley?" Yvette asked in a cold and distant voice.

Lance had no expression on his face. He said in a low voice, "No."

Anger welled up within Yvette. She said angrily, "I swear that I didn’t push Juliette. I had nothing to do with her fall."

Lance looked at her silently and did not say anything.

Yvette stopped herself and clamped her jaws around the words.

She was going to tell Lance that Juliette was trying to frame her. Juliette did it to herself. But...

Lance cared nothing but Juliette now. If she told him that, he probably wouldn’t believe her. He might even do something against her.

Yvette pressed her lips tightly. Her heart was filled with bitterness. "It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me. I can go to the police station to explain everything to prove my innocence."

"Come with me."

Lance looked at her coldly and then walked into the VIP room.

Yvette did not want to go with him. But Lance’s two bodyguards stood in front of her, and she had no choice.

She followed Lance into the room. Lance stood by the window and had already lit a cigarette in his hand.

As the smoke lingered, the man’s handsome profile looked even more attractive.

Yvette was stunned for a few seconds. Lance didn’t smoke much in the past. Even if he did, he would not smoke in front of her.

Fortunately, Lance extinguished the cigarette when he saw Yvette come in. Then he nodded and said, "Have a seat."

Yvette’s legs were very sore. She was glad to have the chance to sit down.

She looked cold. "Mr. Wolseley, I still have other things to do. You don’t have the right to detain me. If you really think that I’m the one who pushed..."

She paused for a moment. It was hard for her to say that word. But the next second, Yvette continued.

"...your fiancée, you can hand me over to the police. But you have no right to restrict my personal freedom."

Lance looked at her coldly and asked, "How can you be sure that you will prove your innocence after going to the police station?"

Yvette pursed her lips and said, "That isn’t something for you to worry about. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure the police will clear my name."

"Naïve."

Lance said with an unclear expression, which made Yvette’s heart tremble.

The next second, someone knocked on the door.

Lance said flatly, "Come in."

It was Clarence. He held a phone in both hands and handed it to Lance. He said respectfully, "Mr. Wolseley, here it is."

Lance took the phone. The white phone looked very familiar to Yvette. Then she realized that it was her phone.

Yvette was frozen. She looked at Lance in disbelief.

Lance took the phone and put it against Yvette’s face to unlock it. Then, he played the recording that Yvette had secretly recorded.

They heard the conversation between Yvette and Juliette.

"Out of the way, please..."

"Yvette, why didn’t you just disappear? Why would you show your face to me again?"

"Let go. Let go of me..."

"..."

After a terrified scream, the recording stopped.

The moment Yvette saw Juliette, Yvette immediately became alert and recorded the conversation between them.

Yvette wasn’t trying to frame anyone but didn’t want to be framed either.

So, just now, when Lance asked someone to take her to the car, Yvette gave her phone to Laila and asked Laila to find her brother.

Now the phone was in Lance’s hands, meaning he had found out what she had done.

Yvette’s face turned pale. She reached out to grab the phone. "Give me back my phone."

Lance raised his arm. And Yvette couldn’t reach it.

"Are you trying to prove that you are innocent only by this recording?" he asked in a low voice.

Yvette said coldly, "Can’t you tell that your fiancée wanted to frame me? She is a victim of her own scheming."

Lance looked down at Yvette and said coldly, "The recording doesn’t tell us what really happened at that time. You don’t know whether or not it proves your innocence..."

He slowly lowered his arm. And then, there was a crack.

The white phone had been thrown into a container filled with liquid, making a sizzling sound.

"See?"

Lance’s cold voice was filled with killing intent. He taunted, "Now, it’s useless."

Yvette was stunned. She reached for her phone without thinking.

Bam!

There was a piercing sound.

Lance slapped Yvette’s hand off very hard. And the back of her hand turned red in an instant.