Ellen said with doubt, "Did you borrow it from Lance?
"I don’t want it! Hurry up and return it to him. Don’t make yourself suffer for ."
Yvette shook her head. "No, I didn’t borrow money from him. I got this money from selling ’Missing’ that I saw when I was in university."
"What? You sold that painting?"
Ellen was even more shocked than her. That painting was the epito of Yvette’s mother in her dreams. Yvette had spent months restoring her mother’s appearance.
At that ti, Ellen thought that the painting was very beautiful, so she casually took a photo of it and sent it to the social platform. Unexpectedly, soone sent her a ssage, saying that he wanted to buy the painting and wanted to see the author.
Ellen asked Yvette for her opinion. Yvette did not want to sell it, so Ellen deleted the post.
Ellen did not expect Yvette to sell the painting because of her.
"I can’t take this money. Go and get the painting back," Ellen said.
"Keep it. I sold it on a platform where neither the seller nor the buyer could expose their information. I can’t get the painting back."
When Ellen had auctioned this piece of work, the other party said that he would bid it for 500 thousand dollars.
However, when Yvette put it on the online auction platform, it was raised to 800 thousand dollars, and two parties bade for the painting.
Moreover, the buyer had always expressed that he wanted to see Yvette, but Yvette refused.
There were many strange people on the Internet, and Yvette was very cautious. After selling the painting, she deleted the account.
Ellen was still unwilling to accept the money. Yvette said, "Didn’t I sell my house? Now I have no place to live. I will buy your house now, so I won’t pay the rent in the future!"
Ellen said, "This is not the sa thing. My house isn’t worth 500 thousand dollars. It can barely be sold for more than 320 thousand dollars."
"Alright. Don’t refuse again, or you don’t treat as your friend. Just take the rest of the money as my investnt. When we win, you will give dividends!"
Ellen knew that Yvette was very stubborn. If she didn’t accept it, she would hurt Yvette’s feelings, so Ellen no longer refused. Now, Ellen really needed money to get through this crisis.
In addition to the 800 thousand dollars that Jamie had sent her before, Ellen had 1.6 million dollars now, which was enough for her to get through the crisis for the ti being.
Ellen felt warm in her heart. She wouldn’t regret her life for having such a good friend like Yvette and a family.
If the Robbins Group couldn’t survive the crisis, Ellen still had an apartnt. If she died from the disease, she would tell her parents to transfer that apartnt to Yvette.
At the very least, Ellen couldn’t let those who truly cared about her suffering.
"Did Jamie make things difficult for you recently?" Yvette asked.
Ellen dodged Yvette’s eyes. She didn’t want Yvette to worry, so she said, "No. I’m fine."
But Ellen didn’t expect Jamie to be even more fragile than her. She had woken up, but Jamie was still in a coma because of the wound.
They chatted for a while. Yvette still had classes in the afternoon, so she soon left the hospital.
...
Yvette returned ho after classes, carrying the newly bought ingredients in her hands. She planned to get up early tomorrow to make so nourishing soup for Ellen before going to school.
After she got out of the elevator, Yvette looked at her phone and saw a ssage from Charlie. He said that he had received a new translation task for her. The price was not as high as last ti, but it was also very considerable.
Charlie asked her to go to his place tomorrow to get the information.
Yvette smiled lightly and agreed.
Thinking that she had almost saved up enough money to afford to study abroad, Yvette felt much more relaxed.
She didn’t take two steps before she bumped into soone.
Yvette took a step back and looked up. She was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the man.
Lance was tall and could easily see that the sender of the ssage on Yvette’s phone was Charlie.
In an instant, his expression beca gloomy, as he saw Yvette smile when she replied to the ssage.
"Why are you here?" Yvette asked him in confusion.
She thought that she had made it clear last night.
Lance cared so much about his reputation, so she thought he definitely wouldn’t co looking for her again.
"What, did I disturb you?"
Lance said through his clenched teeth. Yvette didn’t know why he was angry again.
But since they were over, Yvette didn’t want to be entangled with him again.
She sighed softly and said, "Yes, you disturbed . Didn’t I make that clear yesterday, Mr. Wolseley?"
"Is it because of Charlie that you don’t want to get married again?" Lance’s eyes darkened.
"Don’t get him involved." Yvette frowned.
"You seem to be chatting very happily," Lance said with an angry look on his face.
...
Yvette thought that he might have seen the text ssages on her phone.
But she was just talking about work with Charlie. They were not dating.
And Yvette had explained to Lance that she was lying to him. She and Charlie had never been together.
But Lance might not believe her.
However, since they had divorced, Yvette didn’t care about what he thought.
"Whatever."
Yvette was too lazy to explain. She opened the door and prepared to enter.
Lance’s face suddenly turned cold. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob from behind her back. Then, he pinched her shoulder and turned her over, banging her on the door and kissing her.
"What the hell..."
The thing in Yvette’s hand fell, and she did not have ti to reject it when Lance suddenly kissed her. His kiss was passionate, and he sucked her lips hard, as if he wanted to vent his anger.
Yvette’s mouth was filled with Lance’s breath. The aggressive kiss made her very uncomfortable.
Yvette was very resistant. She hit his chest hard. But Lance grabbed her hands tightly and pressed them against his chest.
However...
Yvette could feel Lance’s strong heartbeat.
And she was surrounded by Lance’s clean and cold fragrance.
Yvette was almost out of breath by Lance’s kiss and felt a bit dizzy. She kicked and stomped him.
Unfortunately, her leg was too short for Lance. She could only kick his calf, and her strength was like scratching an itch for Lance.
It was not until her face was abnormally red that Lance let go of her.
"Hurry up and catch your breath," he said in an unfriendly tone.
Yvette widened her eyes and gasped for breath, not daring to believe what she had just heard.
She didn’t know what he ant.
Lance smiled and explained to her kindly, "I haven’t had enough yet."
Yvette couldn’t help but curse, "You bastard!"
Lance pressed her hands against the door and held her waist. He pursed his lips and said, "When you were drunk, you didn’t say that. I thought about it later and decided that I couldn’t sleep with you for nothing. I have to get sothing back."
"Even if I were drunk, you had a good ti, didn’t you?" Yvette was so angry that she didn’t know what to say.
"You also enjoyed it," Lance pressed her against the wall with his long legs.
Yvette felt that he was ssing with her and glared at him. "Since you enjoyed it, I didn’t sleep with you for nothing."
"Why don’t you marry again if you still have feelings for ?"
Only then did Yvette realize that she had fallen into his trap.
Lance lifted his knees and knocked her. His eyes were deep as he said, "If you co back to my side, I can do better than that night."
Yvette’s face turned red as he deliberately emphasized the word "do".
Holding back her desire, Yvette said resolutely, "Impossible!"
In an instant, Lance’s face was gloomy. He stared at her lips and said in a hoarse and dangerous voice, "I beg your pardon?"
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