Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 596 Traps

Chapter 596: Chapter 596 Traps

Hearing his father’s secret conversation, Stephen Parker knew that Keith Beckford was planning to sell the company on the iceland.

Obviously, Keith Beckford was planning to leave again.

Every time he left in the past, he seemed to disappear without a trace.

What’s more, he had been alert this time. It would be hard to find him once again.

Marlon Lynn frowned. It was obvious that this plan must succeed.

If they failed this time, they would never be able to find Alena Thiel again.

Marlon Lynn was frowning. Why did Yvette Thiel fall ill at such a moment?

Only three days were left for the full-moon party. He couldn’t tell if Yvette Thiel was able to come on stage at that time. If not, he had to find someone who could pretend to be her as soon as possible.

...

When Yvette Thiel woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.

Her head was very heavy, and she had a lot of crazy dreams.

In her dream, a man left counter to her and walked farther and farther away. No matter how she shouted, he only left her a ruthless back.

"How do you feel?" A man’s deep voice rang in her ears.

Yvette Thiel blinked and saw the man in her dream sitting by her bed.

Immediately, the anger spread to the real world.

"Why did you ignore me?" she asked.

Lance Wolseley was stunned by her question. The explanation he had already in his head was dispelled by her angry voice.

The corners of Yvette Thiel’s eyes turned red. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.

"I kept calling you in the dream, but you ignored me..."

Hearing that she was talking about a dream,

Lance Wolseley couldn’t help but laugh.

But later, he felt more relieved.

He was glad that he had figured it out.

Does pity really matter that much?

The most important thing was that he had always been reluctant to part with this person, right by his side.

He was in her dream and in her eyes. That’s enough.

"Well, it’s my fault. Hit me." Lance Wolseley stretched out his hand as if he was asking for a beating.

How could Yvette Thiel hit him? She was still angry!

Moreover, she felt unfamiliar with many of Lance Wolseley’ actions now.

"Why didn’t you send me a message that night?" she asked.

Only God knew how disappointed she felt when she got up in the morning and saw the empty phone interface.

In the past, Lance Wolseley wouldn’t stop replying just because she didn’t reply. At least he would ask, "Did you fall asleep?"

It didn’t matter if she was pretentious or sick.

Women would pay more attention to these details than men when they interacted with each other.

It was especially true for the people like Yvette Thiel, who had received treatment for psychological issues.

She would even speculate whether he had changed or if she had done something wrong, just because of a small change.

For people like her, they could not be completely relieved until they felt enough sense of security.

Lance Wolseley lowered his gaze and said in a magnetic voice, "I’m afraid you had fallen asleep."

This seemed just an excuse in Yvette Thiel’s ears. She had actively sent him a message as a signal.

She didn’t believe that someone as smart as Lance Wolseley couldn’t understand this.

Of course, he understood, but he also had moments of lack of confidence.

It was very difficult for someone as conceited as him to say those words.

But for the sake of Yvette Thiel, he was willing to say, "And I don’t know what you’re thinking. If I ask more, will you think I’m annoying? I’m afraid you’ll dislike me..."

Yvette Thiel unexpectedly heard a hint of inferiority in the man’s voice.

She was too shocked.

Since when did this proud man, who had always been looked up to by others, have an inferiority complex?

For a moment, She didn’t even know how to answer.

However, she also felt very aggrieved. She had fallen asleep in the office, and when she woke up, she found that she was alone in the dark and was freezing to death.

"Why didn’t you come back to me?" she asked in a low voice.

With the thought of the darkness and coldness, she felt wronged again.

The reason she had been locked inside the office without being discovered is to wait for him to tell him what she was thinking.

"It’s my fault." The man said, "It’s all my fault. I swear I will never leave you alone again."

He had thought about letting it go, but when Marlon Lynn asked him to stay away from Yvette Thiel, he felt as if a piece of flesh had been cut out of his heart.

He knew very well that he wanted to fight for her. If Yvette Thiel didn’t hate him, if...

He wouldn’t want to give up.

Even if his legs were not good, he would do his best to protect her as long as he was alive.

When he knew that the marriage was not real, he didn’t want to be a bystander anymore.

He wanted to get involved in her and her baby’s lives. They were the closest people to him in his life.

Yvette Thiel’s face turned red.

How fast did the man change! Wasn’t he still cold and indifferent before?

But now, all of a sudden, he was saying what she loved to hear.

But when she thought of how he had left her alone and not gone to look for her, she was still a little angry.

She wanted to vent her anger and said, "What do you mean by saying that you won’t leave me alone? I’m a married woman. Do you mean you want to be a male lover?"

Lance Wolseley’s eyebrows twitched slightly. It seemed that Yvette Thiel didn’t know he had already known the truth.

He played along with her, "If it were you, I would be willing to bear this reputation."

This time, it was Yvette Thiel’s turn to be surprised.

"You’re even willing to be a male lover?"

Lance Wolseley said affectionately, "As long as you don’t hate me, we’ll be together."

When the man said this, his heart suddenly beat faster.

His palms were sweating slightly, as if it was the first time in his life that he had been selected. He was afraid that Yvette Thiel would no longer want him.

But he urgently wanted to make it clear now. Every time he faced a crisis, the feeling of suffocation made him understand that there was no future in life except for the moment right now.

"What you’re going to do now is to take care of the person who you don’t want to be sad, and the person you treasure."

"You have to hold her tightly."

Yvette Thiel was flustered.

She didn’t know why he suddenly confessed his love to her.

But now she was unprepared. She suddenly pulled the quilt over her head and said in a buzzing voice, "I’m a little sleepy. Let’s talk it next time."

Even if he knew that she wanted to escape, there was nothing he could do.

His eyes darkened slightly and he said softly, "Have a good rest."

Then, he closed the door and walked out.

When Yvette Thiel heard the sound of the door closing, she poked her head out again and looked at the snow-white ceiling. She was lost in thought.

She didn’t know whether she should be with this man again or not.

All of a sudden, she was scared and wanted to escape.

Perhaps it was the darkness of last night that made her experience the feeling of being abandoned again.

She was just scared...

Yvette Thiel has a good physique and had recovered before the full-moon party.

Facing the upcoming full-moon party, Marlon Lynn wanted to involve Lance Wolseley in his plan at the last moment.

At that time, he would bring a group of people into Keith Beckford’s villa. Because of the dangerous person at the banquet, he was worried about Yvette Thiel, afraid that Stephen Parker would not protect her well.

It was always right to have more people to help.

However, she didn’t want to do that. Lance Wolseley’s legs were not very good, and his appearance at the banquet might alert Keith Beckford.

In fact, it is reasonable for Marlon Lynn’s concern.

This plan didn’t seem to be that perfect.

No matter the people at the banquet or those who had sneaked into the villa

were all felt quite dangerous.

Moreover, they were pressed for time to deploy manpower.

However, Alena Thiel could not wait any longer. Keith Beckford had already decided to sign the transfer contract the day after tomorrow.

Once he left, they would never be able to find their mother again.

Lance Wolseley thought the full-moon party was just as what Marlon Lynn had said, to help Stephen Parker.

There was an unwritten rule in the Parker family that after the full-moon banquet, Stephen Parker could officially become the independent owner of the house and move out.

Although Lance Wolseley was jealous, he endured it. What’s more, even though Stephen Parker was in love with Yvette Thiel, he had never played any dirty tricks in this competition.

He was an opponent worthy of respect.

The next day, it was the day of the full-moon party.

Wearing a red cheongsam with a festive atmosphere and a gray fur coat, Yvette Thiel looked noble and beautiful.

Keith Beckford, who had not appeared for a long time, stood at the main entrance of the banquet.

Who received the invitation letters sent by the Parker family and the Charles family in the iceland must be present, or it would be regarded as a broken off relationship.

Therefore, Keith Beckford, who had been invisible for a long time, became the focus of attention as soon as he appeared.

Today, he was wearing a milky white velvet suit, which was rare for him. He looked very elegant, well-educated, and full of knowledge.

However, Yvette Thiel knew very well that he was not as refined as he appeared to be.

In fact, the evil in his heart was always inadvertently revealed.

For no reason, she was always nervous every time she saw him, especially when he entered the venue and turned his eyes to her and stayed there for a long time.

Marlon Lynn’s voice came from the invisible headset hidden in Yvette Thiel’s Pearl earrings. They had already fascinated all the security staff and servants and entered the interior of the Beckford family.

The surveillance video was also fixed on the previous scene. It was set to repeat for ten minutes and played continuously.

As long as Keith Beckford did not stare at the surveillance screen of his mobile phone for a long time, he would basically not find anything wrong.

In order to prevent Keith Beckford from watching the surveillance video, Yvette Thiel deliberately walked over and talked to him.

"Mr. Beckford."

She walked over to him with an empty glass and said politely, "Thank you for coming to the baby’s full-moon party."

Keith Beckford said gently, "Ms. Thiel, you’re welcome."

There was no wine glass in his hand. Yvette Thiel raised her hand to call the servant and said angrily, "What’s going on? Why don’t you pour wine for Mr. Beckford?"

The maid said obsequiously, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll do it right now."

The servant poured a glass of wine and handed it to Keith Beckford, but he didn’t take it. The servant then bowed and kept holding it.

Finally, he motioned for the servants to put the glasses on the table next to him.

After the servant finished, Yvette Thiel handed her glass over and said, "Pour it."

The maid picked up the bottle and poured a glass of wine for her.

Then, she raised the glass in her hand, shook it at him, and said, "Mr. Beckford, a toast to you."

Then, she drank it up to bottom, as if to verify that there was nothing wrong with the wine.

After drinking, Yvette Thiel’s heart beat wildly. There was a special material added to the wine, which could make people fall asleep for a few hours.

She had already taken the antidote in advance so she drunk up to prove that she was drinking the same wine to get rid of his vigilance.

After all, it was not safe to deal with such an old fox like Wen Keith Beckford.

It was the safest way to drug him.

However, there was still no action from Keith Beckford even though Yvette Thiel’s glass was already empty.

She panicked, waved to the servant, and filled her glass again as a reminder. "Mr. Beckford, let me propose a second toast to you."

As an American citizen, he naturally knew that two glasses represented the highest courtesy.

As an elder, Keith Beckford couldn’t avoid it again.

Otherwise, he would be criticized.

Keith Beckford finally raised his glass and looked at her with a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

The moment the glass was about to touch his lips, he suddenly put down the glass and said, "I almost forgot. Before I came here, I took the medicine prescribed by the doctor at home. I can’t drink alcohol or anything else. I can not drink water until three hours later."

After that, he put down his glass.

Yvette Thiel was furious, but what he said was reasonable, and she couldn’t find a reason to refute it.

The first plan had obviously failed.

Then they had to go to the second plan. Finding that Keith Beckford seemed to want to go somewhere else, Yvette Thiel reached out to stop him and said, "Mr. Beckford, I hear that you know about international trade very well. You know that my family is doing the international transportation. I have a few questions. Is it convenient for you?"

Keith Beckford stood still and said gently, "Go ahead."

Yvette Thiel threw out a few questions, which were all difficult in import and import trade. They were not the kind of questions that could arouse suspicion.

Keith Beckford was quite patient. He answered all the questions logically and clearly.

After that, he was about to leave again. Yvette Thiel had no choice but to accidentally pour the wine on the man.

"Ouch!"

Yvette Thiel covered her mouth and screamed, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mr. Beckford. Look at your clothes. It’s all my fault..."

She immediately took out her handkerchief to wipe it, but Keith Beckford seemed to dislike being touched by others, so he stepped back.

Yvette Thiel retracted her hand awkwardly and said, "Mr. Beckford, it’s all my fault. I’ll handle this matter. We happened to have asked the fashion designer to prepare a few more sets of new suits. I’ll get someone to take you to pick one that fit you."

There was nothing wrong with Yvette Thiel’s logic. Keith Beckford had no choice but to change it. The smell of the wine was very pungent.

It stuck to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Although he was unhappy, he didn’t bring any clothes with him. He had no choice but to agree reluctantly.

Yvette Thiel waved her hand to ask a servant to come over.

She ordered, "Take Mr. Beckford to the guest room to change clothes."

The maid lowered her head obediently and said, "Mr. Beckford, come with me please ."

Keith Beckford followed that person.

Glaring at Keith Beckford’s back as he left, Yvette Thiel whispered into her earphones, "Brother, he’s gone."