Yvette was really puzzled by Lance's determination to send her home.
She could only attribute it to the fact that Lance did not dare to disobey Aunt Fiona's orders.
Yvette secretly thought that Lance was surely a mama's boy.
On the way home, she felt very apprehensive because she was not going back to Nicole's place, but her own apartment.
Yvette was worried that she would see someone that she did not want to see there.
As expected, when Lance parked the car downstairs, there was also a familiar car parked not far away across the street.
No one knew how long the person in the car had been waiting for. He seemed to become one with the darkness.
Yvette's pupils shrank when she saw that car.
Lance sensed Yvette's change in mood and looked over in the direction of her gaze.
Someone came down from the car opposite them.
It was Sean Moore.
Sean stared at them with a cold gaze, and his eyes were filled with suppressed anger.
Lance paused and coughed.
"I thought it's over?"
He spoke in a very low voice and thought that Yvette would not answer. However, she laughed and said in a relaxed voice.
"It's over for me. As for him..."
Yvette paused and sneered. "It's definitely over for him too."
It was over between the two of them, so why should they torture each other?
Lance paused. "Then it looks like you'll need help. I'm afraid $500 million can't fend him off, huh?"
He was surprisingly willing to make a joke out of his situation to make it easier for Yvette. After he said that, even Lance himself was startled.
Yvette looked at the man who was gradually approaching and coldly snorted.
"I don't even want to waste 50 cents on him!"
'$500 million? Does Sean even deserve it?’ Yvette thought.
Lance smiled, which looked extraordinarily piercing t o the cold man outside.
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