Why was Lance willing to teach Yvette personally when she did not even know how to do basic work?
Why could Yvette take the exclusive elevator, and Lance did not say anything about it?
Why did Lance become extraordinarily forgiving in all matters when it came to Yvette?
Iris had too many questions piled up in her heart, and they gushed out in a flash.
She waited for an answer.
An answer that would make her give up.
Lance looked at Iris grimly. He frowned and spoke with a sneer.
"Because she’s my wife and lover. With me, she'll always have the right. You certainly can't compare to Yvette."
Who were they to compare with Yvette?
Just that one sentence made the blood fade from Iris's face.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief. "Wife?"
Lance did not want to explain anymore. Why should h e explain his private matters to a subordinate?
"Get out."
Iris looked at Lance silently for a moment and finally felt the difference between their worlds.
She thought that Lance was different from those people.
He had come this far step by step, relying on himself. Thus, he could better understand the hardships of those at the bottom.
However, Lance was no longer struggling. It was impossible for him to stoop to the same level as them.
Lance saw through the ex-girlfriend who only loved money and not him, then he fell in love with a woman named Yvette Quimbey.
When had he ever considered others?
When Iris left, she looked despondent, as if her soul had been taken away from her. She was hurt.
Her secret of so many years was revealed, but it did not seem to be that embarrassing.
It just made her recognize her reality.
Iris went back to her seat.
Her colleagues came over. "Iris, did you see Ms. Stanton? It's my first time seeing her in person. She's even more beautiful than the photos online!"
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