On the hospital bed.
The doctor checked Yazmin’s body and found she was slightly concussed and needed to rest.
Lance stood by the bed and did not care about the doctor’s words.
Yazmin peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. His handso face was especially eye-catching under the incandescent light.
Lance was really attractive with a cold and seductive aura. Even if he didn’t do anything, he could still make people feel a little overwheld.
The obsession in Yazmin’s eyes was undisguised. She would never let go of such an outstanding man.
When she thought of this, her eyes beca wet again. "Lance... Why do I still feel such pain? It’s so uncomfortable..."
Lance frowned coldly. "Still not feeling well? I will ask Marvin to co over and have a check."
"No, no need. I don’t seem to be in so much pain. Besides, Marvin is so busy. I don’t want to bother him."
Yazmin was a little flustered. She didn’t want Marvin to see her. He was smart, and nothing could escape his eyes.
"It’s good that you are fine." Lance’s voice was still flat.
"Why did Yvette hit you today?" he asked.
Yazmin instantly cried. "Yvette blad for what happened at the banquet. She said that I sched against her. Lance, how would I plot against her? You can investigate."
Yazmin was not afraid. She had removed all the evidence that related to her.
"Yvette is too impulsive," Lance said lightly.
Yazmin paused as she wiped her tears.
Why did Lance make light of it?
That slut slapped twice, and my face is still swollen.
Shouldn’t he drag that slut over and make her kneel and beg for my forgiveness?
Her chest heaved up and down violently, and she felt wronged and resentful. Her tears kept falling.
At this ti, Lena ca in and was shocked to see Yazmin’s face. She imdiately cried.
"Ms. Myers, you... Who beat you up? If Mr. Myers knows it, he’ll be so worried!
"When have you ever suffered like this? Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Myers’ family is not in New York. We are all relying on you. You have to help Ms. Myers!"
Lena had heard it all from outside the door. Lance’s tone showed that he was partial to that little slut.
But she was older and more scheming than Yazmin. She knew how to use the elders to suppress Lance.
In the face of Lena’s crying, Lance was a little angry and impatient.
"Then what do you want to do?" he asked in a cold voice as he looked down at Yazmin.
Yazmin’s eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. Of course, she wanted to peel off that bitch’s skin, get her bones out, and dismber her body into pieces to vent her anger.
But she couldn’t say that. She couldn’t let Lance think that she was vicious.
Yazmin clenched her fists. Although she was very unwilling, she still pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Forget it. It was just a misunderstanding. Let her apologize to ."
When she apologizes, I can just humiliate her.
Lena could accept that and kept crying out loud. "Ms. Myers, how can you let her go like this? You have been well protected. When have you ever been bullied like this?"
Then she looked at Lance and said, "Mr. Wolseley, don’t bla for being ddleso. Ms. Myers’ family isn’t in New York, so I naturally have to care more about Ms. Myers."
"Then what do you an?" Lance asked coldly.
Lena was a smart person and was very good at handling things, so she made a reasonable request.
"In my opinion, we should at least let Ms. Thiel take two slaps as well so that Ms. Myers would not suffer in vain."
Only then did Yazmin feel a bit more at ease. She could reluctantly accept this request.
She would definitely let Yvette know the price she had to pay since Yvette dared to slap her.
Unexpectedly, Lance glanced at her coldly and his thin lips twitched. "No."
Lena’s heart skipped a beat.
She did not understand. It was fair. The request was not too excessive. Why didn’t Lance agree?
Didn’t Mr. Wolseley love Ms. Myers very much in the past?
Even if Yvette is the person sleeping beside him, Ms. Myers deserves justice.
The atmosphere suddenly beca cold.
Yazmin was so angry that her palm almost bled, but she did not dare to show it on her face.
She said considerately, "Forget it, Lena, don’t make things difficult for Lance. With Yvette’s personality, I’m afraid she is not willing to do it. Let her apologize."
These words also pointed out that Yvette was petty and could not be compared to Yazmin, a true lady.
She could also use this to impress Lance.
As for that slut, she could deal with Yvette at any ti!
Yazmin would not suffer for nothing.
Sure enough, Yazmin’s generosity eased Lance’s expression.
"Yazmin, I apologize to you on behalf of Yvette," he said lightly.
What?!
Yazmin’s face turned pale and she almost thought that she heard it wrong!
What did he an by apologizing on behalf of Yvette? She didn’t deserve it!
Yazmin really couldn’t continue pretending and cried, "Lance, she slapped twice, making concussed. You even refused to let her apologize to ?"
Lena cried and shouted, "Mr. Wolseley, you are a little biased. If Mr. Myers knows that Ms. Myers suffered, he definitely won’t let that woman off so easily!"
"If Mr. Myers has any objections, I will personally apologize," Lance said coldly.
Yazmin cried her heart out. "Lance, you know that I don’t an that. I am just sad. You said that you would treat as your sister. If Tiara was beaten today, would you let it go so easily?"
"I know that you have been wronged. I can promise you sothing that I can do.
"Alright, it’s getting late. Have a good rest."
Lance still had sothing to do, so he left without any hesitation.
After he left, Yazmin smashed everything in the ward to the ground like crazy.
After venting, she took a deep breath and said with a gloomy face, "Lena, I want the bastard in that bitch’s belly to disappear!"
Now, even Lance has changed.
That baby must die!
Lena’s eyes flashed. "Ms. Myers, I heard that Ms. Thackeray is not willing to go abroad and is causing trouble at ho. Let’s talk to Ms. Thackeray again."
Yazmin’s expression relaxed.
That idiot could indeed be used again.
...
By the window of the ward.
With a bang, a blue fla sprang up from the lighter.
It outlined the gloom in the man’s slanted eyes, cold and deep.
There was a knock on the door.
Frankie pushed the door open and ca in.
"Mr. Wolseley, I didn’t find Mrs. Wolseley."
Lance pressed the cigarette in his mouth, but he still couldn’t suppress the discomfort in his chest.
In his mind, he always rembered Yvette’s careful expression when he told him not to leave.
"Prepare the car," he said coldly.
Frankie frowned.
Lance’s wound had split open in the afternoon, and the bandage was soaked in blood.
He was a little worried. "Mr. Wolseley, your body..."
"Go," Lance said coldly.
In the back seat of the Bentley.
Lance rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Have you found the surveillance footage?"
"Found it."
Frankie thought for a while and whispered, "Mrs. Wolseley was taken away by a man."
In fact, she was carried away, but he did not dare to say that word, fearing that Lance would get angry.
Lance stretched out his hand, and Frankie fearfully handed the tablet over.
In an instant, coldness enveloped the entire car.
Crash!
The tablet was smashed hard, shattering into pieces.
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