Yvette's heart was conflicted. She suddenly smiled and looked at Lance.
"Have you seen any other wife that served their husband tea in the office? You're just making fun of m e!"
Then, Yvette snorted and proudly turned to leave.
Forget it. What else was there to say?
Yvette gave him everything she should give. If she reached out for things that did not belong to her, it would just make her seem shameless.
Lance chuckled softly, helpless at the way she changed her tune at the drop of a hat. However, he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he felt that it was very useful.
After all, Ms. Quimbey was really arrogant and cute.
It made him learn a lot.
After dealing with the matter at hand, he found some time to call the assistant outside.
Of course, not Yvette.
The male assistant stood there, very puzzled.
Lance closed the file and looked at him.
"Did something happen outside just now?"
The male assistant shook his head, thinking to himself, 'Nope. Besides Ms. Quimbey scolding you, nothing else happened!'
Lance paused and changed his approach.
"After Hans left, Yvette wasn't familiar with some of the work. You guys have to help her more and communicate with me if there are any difficulties."
"Yes, Mr. Sheldon. Ms. Sheldon is doing a great job. There aren't any difficulties at the moment."
No matter how stupid the male assistant was, he knew that he absolutely could not talk badly about the boss's wife behind her back to the boss.
It would just be courting death.
Lance was silent for a few seconds.
During these few seconds, the male assistant finally sensed that something was wrong.
"Mr. Sheldon, did something happen?"
Otherwise, if Mr. Sheldon wanted to know about Ms. Quimbey, why not ask her directly?
Going through hoops to call him in just meant that he wanted to know something that Ms. Quimbey did not say herself.
The assistant was suddenly enlightened and felt that Hans' position was not easy to sit in.
How did Hans endure this for so long?
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