Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 599 Are You Hiding Something From Me?

Chapter 599: Chapter 599 Are You Hiding Something From Me?

He looked away and told himself calmly.

This girl was very shrewd. He could tell that from the very beginning.

What she said and did might not be trustworthy.

She must be setting a trap for him.

He looked at Alena for a while without saying a word. Suddenly, he squatted down, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her hard.

"Alena, are you hiding something from me?"

The woman’s pupils dilated, without any focus. She had no reaction to what he said.

Keith Beckford’s grip on her arms tightened. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me, tell me, are you?"

"..."

Alena Thiel still did not react, kept humming unconsciously.

She had been like this since she met Samara Platt last time.

Keith Beckford overestimated her endurance. First, he told her her adopted son had been shot down, and then Samara Platt died miserably.

She had been locked up in the basement for many years, and her body and mind had long been worn out like a thin piece of paper. The incidents of these two people had completely stimulated her.

She felt that it was all her fault. If it weren’t for saving her, Marlon Lynn wouldn’t have been shot.

Samara Platt was brutally killed by Keith Beckford because she worked for her.

All of this was because of her...

Her mind went blank in an instant, just like a broken string, and nothing could arouse her reaction.

This kind of unconscious snort, coupled with the saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, turned her from a famous beauty to a demented beauty.

Beauty was beauty. Even if foolish, she was still beautiful.

She had been staring unconsciously at the surveillance video on the TV.

All of a sudden, a faint voice came from the monitoring microphone.

Alena Thiel’s eyes slowly focused, and then with a bang, she fell off the wheelchair.

When Keith Beckford reached out to help her, he was pushed away.

She frantically crawled towards the surveillance camera. In the video, Yvette Thiel had already curled up on the ground, turned over, and looked up.

Her body kept trembling, but her eyes were still fixed on the camera.

She tried her best to make a sound. "Mom..."

"Boohoo, boohoo..."

Alena Thiel kept whining and crazily smashed the TV with her hand.

Looking at her abnormal state, Keith Beckford was not shocked but smiled. Finally, she was no longer a blockhead.

He looked at the girl who was shouting "mom" at the camera, his eyes turned cold for a moment.

The next second, he pressed the green button and ordered, "Bring her out."

After the security guards carried Yvette out and a doctor gave her first aid treatment, she fell asleep with a stable heart rate.

Keith Beckford slowly let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

He tried to convince himself he wouldn’t have given her a second chance if it weren’t the girl who could cure Alena’s illness.

After confirming that Yvette Thiel was fine, he walked out of the room.

The door slammed shut with a light thud.

Yvette Thiel, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at the clean and warm room in the dark, she knew that she had won.

Before she froze, those calls of "mom" did attract Keith Beckford’s attention.

However, at present, Keith Beckford probably hadn’t realized why he had compromised.

What she had to do was to make this small wound spread from the bottom of Keith Beckford’s heart to his whole body.

She closed her eyes again and pushed herself to sleep well to preserve strength.

Before brother came, she had to continue to try her best to save her life.

Although she tried to calm herself down, she still had a terrible night’s sleep. Her mind was filled with nightmares.

Thinking that her mother was here as well as the person who killed her father, she couldn’t fall asleep peacefully.

It took her a lot of effort to hold on until dawn.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting on a stool by the bed.

It was Keith Beckford.

Yvette Thiel’s face suddenly changed.

She was worried that she would say something she shouldn’t say in the dream.

Keith Beckford looked at her and said lightly, "You’re awake?"

Yvette Thiel was very nervous, but she still pretended to be calm.

"Yes."

"You don’t seem to be sleeping well." Keith Beckford asked her calmly, but in fact, there were unfathomable undercurrents in his cold eyes.

Yvette Thiel’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know if she had missed any flaws.

Thinking quickly, she clenched her fists, "Yes, I didn’t sleep well. I was scared of what had happened yesterday. After all, I almost died."

Her honesty made Keith Beckford’s eyes empty.

"You are scared of me?" he asked.

"Yes, I’m scared of you. You’ve already killed me three times. How could I not be scared?"

Yvette Thiel did not hide her fear at all. Even when she spoke, she stepped back slightly with full vigilance.

Keith Beckford frowned. "How do you get along with Zachery Lynn?"

Yvette Thiel was stunned and did not understand what he meant.

Keith Beckford asked, "Is this like how you get along with him?"

This time, Yvette Thiel understood that this person was involved. He really regarded himself as a father. How could he compare with her father?

Thinking of Zachery Lynn, a warmth appeared on her face. "Dad is very kind to me. I’m not afraid of him. When I was a child, he often carried me on his back."

To be honest, Zachery Lynn had always doted on his daughter.

He carried her on his back when she was a child. After she grew up, he carried her child.

Seeing the obvious smile on the girl’s face when she mentioned Zachery Lynn, Keith Beckford suddenly felt annoyed.

His tone changed slightly. "Dad?"

It seemed that he was quite unhappy with the way she addressed.

"A father for a day and a father for a lifetime." Glancing at Keith Beckford’s cold eyes, Yvette Thiel said word by word, "Father Pittsburgh and Father Lynn are always my fathers."

She had a good grasp of her emotions.

If she showed obedience to Keith Beckford at this time, it would only arouse the man’s suspicion.

In fact, this man had killed her adoptive father and killed her three times.

How could she listen to him obediently? She should have hated him.

In this way, it could arouse some of Keith Beckford’s competitive emotions.

After all, her blood had been drawn out. If the DNA comparison showed that she was really his daughter...

How shocked would Keith Beckford be!

He had actually tried to kill his own daughter three times!

Therefore, before the result came out, Keith Beckford had become a contradictory entity.

On the one hand, he didn’t expect what Yvette Thiel said to be true. On the other hand, he hoped it was true.

After all, at his age, it would be difficult to refuse the temptation of having another child.

The more aloof a person was, the more they would resonate with their child, who were lacking in love when they were young.

He had observed for a few hours. The more he observed, the more he felt that Yvette Thiel’s sleeping appearance was very similar to his.

In a strange place, she would feel insecure and tense at any time.

"Get up and have something. I’ll ask the servants to bring it in for you."

Keith Beckford stood up, speaking in a calm and gentle tone.

If Yvette Thiel hadn’t experienced those bad things in the past, she would most likely think he was a good person.

At the very least, at this moment, he was acting very well. No one could tell he was such a vicious and crazy person.

Yvette Thiel lowered her head and did not speak.

In fact, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her hatred. Some emotions would stop at where they should. If she appeared too much, it would arouse the man’s vigilance.

However, Keith Beckford didn’t think so. The more he looked at Yvette Thiel, the cuter he found her to be.

"Yvette, did Mom give you this name?"

Yvette Thiel nodded.

She had a golden medal engraved with her name. After her adoptive father picked it up, he inquired about the surroundings and also went to the police station to inquire about it. There was no missing child named Yvette Thiel.

The reason why she couldn’t be found out was Keith Beckford had thrown her thousands of miles away.

At that time, science and technology were not highly advanced, so it was difficult to search for missing people.

Her adoptive father was a nice person. He felt that they had a father-daughter relationship, but he didn’t selfishly want to destroy everything about her.

So he kept her original name, hoping that one day her biological parents would find her.

"It sounds great," said Keith Beckford.

Seeing that Yvette Thiel was silent, he still wanted to say something but did not know what to say.

"Take a good rest."

Then, the man walked away.

The servants brought in a sumptuous meal.

Looking at the dishes, she knew that Keith Beckford is not yet able to poison, because the results had not come out yet.

Although she didn’t know where she was now, Keith Beckford must be hiding very secretly.

In this way, the paternity test result would not come out too quickly.

Even if he wanted to know it immediately, he would have to wait for about three days.

These three days would be the last time for Yvette Thiel to escape.

After all, the reason why Keith Beckford was gentle to her now was that he really thought she was his child.

If he found it not true, he probably wouldn’t have given her another second to live.

After the meal, Yvette Thiel took a walk around the room.

There was a servant who always stayed in the room.

It seemed that Keith Beckford still didn’t trust her.

Glaring, Yvette Thiel walked to the window. While the servants were not paying attention, she suddenly opened the curtains to check where she was.

"It’s so stuffy..." she said, looking out of the window.

But the next second, she was disappointed.

There was no window behind the curtain. It was a solid wall.

The curtains were just decorations. No wonder the servants were not nervous at all.

She sat back on the bed dejectedly and closed her eyes to rest for a while. Only then could she come up with a good idea.

When she woke up, the servants in the room had changed shifts and were taking turns to watch her.

The maid asked her what she would like to eat for lunch.

Yvette Thiel said a few dishes that were muc complicated. She wanted the servants to feel that she was difficult to deal with and get tired of her.

Hearing this, the maid frowned and went out.

Yvette Thiel sat by the bed and suddenly heard the sound of crying outside.

It sounded like an old vine that had withered for a thousand years.

After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly remembered she seemed to have heard the same voice that day when Keith Beckford mercifully asked someone to save her.

She rushed to the door, slammed it hard, and shouted, "Mom... Mom..."

The maid was startled and rushed over to stop her.

"Miss, you... you can’t!"

The maid carried Yvette Thiel and dragged her onto the bed with great force.

Yvette couldn’t knock on the door, then she shouted, "Mom! Mom!"

Such a loud shout finally attracted the attention of the cry outside the house.

"Thump!"

There was a violent knock on the door in a second.

Then-Knock, knock, knock!

It was as if a wheelchair had slammed into the door, and the anxious voice of the servants could be heard from outside.

"Madam... Madam, you can’t, you can’t!"

Yvette Thiel shouted even louder, "Mom! Mom!"

The servants in the room quickly covered her mouth. She waved her hands and stamped her feet, whimpering.

The door was slammed once again.

With a click, the lock broke.

When the door was opened, a black figure came over on a fire wheel. It was Alena Thiel. She was holding a big vase to knock on the back of the servant who was covering Yvette’s mouth.

The servant immediately bled profusely and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Alena Thiel struggled to stand up from her wheelchair. She hugged Yvette Thiel tightly and refused to let her go.

Tears welled up in Yvette Thiel’s eyes in an instant.

After so many years, she finally hugged her mother again...

She hugged her tightly. The other servant, looking at the injured and bleeding servant on the ground, did not dare to go up and pull Alena. After all, she seemed to have gone mad just now.

Mr. Beckford had also ordered them not to hurt Alena Thiel.

If they tried to stop her, they would definitely be held accountable for her injury.

At this time, Keith Beckford rushed over after receiving the news.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the mother and the daughter hugging each other and crying bitterly.

He was stunned for a moment before he stopped.

Alena Thiel was crying and laughing at the same time. Although she still looked abnormal, she had a different kind of emotion than before.

There was indeed a chance that Yvette Thiel could cure her.

The servant next to him said timidly, "Sir, just now, Madam... kept smashing the door with a stool. If we snatched it, she would get hurt, so we didn’t dare to stop her..."

His explanation made sense.

Keith Beckford waved his hand, "Get out."

The maid let out a sigh of relief. He had finally escaped.

Yvette Thiel held her mother in her arms. After the two stopped crying, she looked at Keith Beckford and said, "Didn’t you want me to cure Mom? Please give me some time to be with her."

Keith Beckford looked at her, considering the feasibility of the proposal.

"I am more expecting Mom to be cured than you. Let me try," she pleaded.

Keith Beckford stared at her for a few seconds, as if trying to tell if she was sincere.

Then he said, "Okay, I’ll give you half an hour."

Keith Beckford stood there still, not willing to leave.

Yvette Thiel was thinking about how to let this man go away.

At this time, an idea suddenly came out. She held Alena’s hand and secretly pinched Alena’s back when Keith Beckford was not paying attention.

"Hiss..."

Alena Thiel’s snort instantly attracted Keith Beckford’s attention.