When Lance ca out of the police station, he looked down with a deep frown.
"Mr. Wolseley, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Frankie asked.
"Get in the car first." Lance’s thin lips were ghastly pale.
After Lance got into the car, he lay in the back seat. He rubbed his temples with his clean and slender fingers. Clearly, he was in pain.
"I need dicine..."
Frankie was stunned at first. But then, he imdiately took out the painkiller from the central control table and put it in the bottle cap. Then, he handed the bottle of water and the pill over.
Lance took the pill and swallowed it expressionlessly. He then stretched out his hand and said, "I need three."
Frankie hesitated and said, "Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Beckford said that you could only take two pills at a ti. This pill is specially made. If you eat too much, it will damage your nerves."
Lance frowned. "Give the pill."
"But..."
Lance frowned more and said unhappily, "How about I let you be Juliette’s assistant?"
"I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley."
Frankie knew that he shouldn’t have argued with Lance, so he hurriedly apologized and handed over the dicine.
After Lance ate the pill, he slightly closed his eyes, leaning against the back of the seat.
When Lance thought of the scene of Yvette being held by Stephen just now, his head hurt so much.
The violent emotions made Lance want to cut off Stephen’s hand.
But Lance’s reason told him that he couldn’t do that.
Lance couldn’t do anything that Yvette did not like him to do.
Otherwise, Lance would only push Yvette further and further away.
Lance was too afraid that Yvette would disappear without letting him know again.
Only Lance and Lance’s psychiatrist knew how Lance had been through these five years.
If Lance had not used dicine, he would not have been able to sleep peacefully.
Lance wouldn’t give up.
As long as Yvette was still single, Lance would still have a chance, wouldn’t he?
Even if Yvette really got married one day, Lance thought he might snatch the bride at Yvette’s wedding.
Anyway, Lance didn’t want things to beco irreparable.
The car was moving slowly.
Lance frowned and asked, "Is Yvette out?"
"I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley. I don’t know either."
Yvette had just sent Lance to the police station.
Frankie thought that Lance wouldn’t want to hear any news about Yvette at this ti.
Lance’s expression changed slightly. He said coldly, "Check where she is now."
"Yes, Mr. Wolseley."
After Frankie finished checking, his forehead was covered in sweat. He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Lynn is still detained in the police station."
Lance raised his eyelids and asked calmly, "What happened?"
"Because Mr. Horton from Freshness Entertainnt accused Ms. Lynn of drugging him. As a result, Ms. Lynn was detained for further investigation."
Lance clenched his fist and said with a cold expression, "Turn around."
"Yes, Mr. Wolseley."
The car turned around and drove back to the police station.
As soon as Lance and Frankie entered the hall, Frankie saw Stephen, who was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Yvette had been in for a while.
Stephen did not know what was going on. The interrogation had not ended yet.
Marlon was not in the country now, and Stephen’s connections were not in New York. Stephen couldn’t do anything.
Lance walked past Stephen and raised his chin. He sneered, "Now, do you know that you can’t protect her?"
After saying this, Lance did not give Stephen a chance to speak back. He directly walked in.
A mont later, Yvette’s interrogation ended.
Yvette didn’t do it, so she wouldn’t admit it.
Yvette also repeated what she rembered about that day in detail.
However, the evidence of the other party was clear, and Yvette’s fingerprints were also detected on the paper bag.
Yvette was also confused.
How could Yvette possibly drug others while the paper bag actually had her fingerprints? That was very strange.
At this ti, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.
A policeman said, "Ms. Lynn’s lawyer is here."
The lawyer had a negotiation with the police. Then, Yvette could be bailed out. But before the matter was clear, Yvette still couldn’t leave the country.
Yvette thought that the lawyer with very good eloquence was hired by Marlon.
When Yvette walked outside, another gentleman in a suit walked up to her.
The gentleman said, "Hello, are you Ms. Lynn? I am your lawyer hired by Mr. Lynn."
Yvette was surprised. She turned to look at the lawyer who had just helped her and asked, "Then you are?"
That lawyer smiled and said, "Ms. Lynn, I am the legal lawyer of the Wolseley Group."
Yvette was stunned for a mont.
This man was the legal lawyer of the Wolseley Group.
Yvette had just misunderstood Lance.
But Lance actually spared no effort to help Yvette.
At this ti, a low male voice interrupted Yvette’s thoughts.
"It’s fine. You don’t have to worry."
Yvette raised her head in surprise and saw Lance. Although Lance looked haggard, he was still handso.
For a mont, Yvette felt very complicated in her heart when facing Lance.
Stephen had just received the news that Yvette had co out, and he imdiately ca over.
The temperature in the hall was low. Stephen imdiately put his coat on Yvette.
This scene made Lance clench his fists again.
"Thank you." Yvette thanked Lance.
After all, Lance had indeed helped her. Yvette thought she still had to thank Lance.
"Yvette, you don’t have to thank ."
Lance’s voice was very low and magnetic. And it was also very hoarse because he stayed up all night last night.
Lance slowly loosened his fists behind his back.
No one else noticed Lance’s small actions.
Lance chuckled with self-mockery.
Lance did not expect that one day, he would beco so careful and hide his emotions.
But Lance thought as long as Yvette did not reject him, it didn’t matter.
Yvette turned to ask Stephen, "Stephen, have you bought a phone?"
"Yes."
As Stephen spoke, he took out a folded phone that was the sa as Yvette’s previous one.
Yvette turned on the phone and clicked on it for a mont.
Then, Yvette said, "Mr. Wolseley, I’ve just transferred 20 thousand dollars to you. Please check it."
When Lance heard this, his face turned ghastly pale.
Lance pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "What do you an?"
Yvette curled up her lips, and she transford her emotions in a second.
"This is according to the annual salary of the Wolseley Group’s legal affairs. Even if it was less than an hour, I have paid you as if your man served for an hour. Thank you very much for your help."
This spacious space seed to suddenly beco silent.
Lance’s face was tense and gloomy.
Sadness and embarrassnt filled Lance’s deep eyes.
Lance didn’t believe that Yvette would actually do this!
Yvette was willing to let Stephen buy her a mobile phone, but she had to draw a clear line between Lance and her.
"Are you sure you want to draw a clear line between us like this?"
Lance couldn’t believe it, and his voice was trembling.
"Mr. Wolseley, what are you talking about? I have nothing to do with you, so your words don’t make any sense at all.
"Next ti, please don’t interfere in my thing at your will. No matter what, the Lynn family can still afford to hire a lawyer. I didn’t do anything illegal, so I really don’t need your help."
In other words, Yvette was asking Lance not to ddle in her business.
Yvette’s mind was clear.
Lance helped Yvette, so Yvette should thank Lance and pay for his help.
In this case, they did not owe each other anything.
However, this matter was really too strange.
Yvette didn’t drug anyone. Therefore, even if there were Yvette’s fingerprints on the paper bag, it was fine.
Yvette believed in the Arican police. It would only be a few more days of investigation at most.
But what was Pearce’s purpose in falsely accusing Yvette of drugging him?
Yvette walked out with questions in her heart.
Yvette completely ignored the person behind her. Lance was very unhappy right now.
After pausing for a mont, Lance frowned and followed Yvette out.
When they were outside, Stephen quickly went to the passenger seat and opened the door for Yvette.
Lance just watched this. He felt that the more tis he had been hurt, the less pain he felt.
Lance’s heart was almost numb.
Lance told himself that he had to be tolerant. After all, Yvette was finally back in the country.
Lance would never let Yvette run away again.
When Yvette was about to get in the car, she received a call from Kamila.
Yvette picked up the phone and said in a light tone, "Kamila, I’m going ho now. Did you pick Belle up from kindergarten?"
On the other end of the phone, Kamila was in a panic.
Kamila said, "Ms. Lynn, I’m sorry. Belle is missing!"
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