Yvette resisted the urge to jump in joy and suppressed her inner excitement.
"I am happy. I'm just afraid that you’ll be in a difficult position."
She pretended to look generous.
Lance saw through her thoughts and laughed lightly. H e bent over and pinched her cheerful red face.
"What's so difficult about it? You’re my lawfully wedded wife, so I can give you any position. It's just a matter of words. Those who want to oppose it are just making a fool of themselves.”
Although Yvette did not want to laugh, she had to say that Lance's words were very soothing.
It completely satisfied her vanity.
Lance's wife could go anywhere she wanted, let alone b e a mere vice president.
Yvette looked at him with a smile.
"Then can I do as I please in the company?"
Lance waved his hand.
"You can do whatever you like!”
Yvette jumped up excitedly on his body and gave him
a big kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, hubby!"
Lance was stunned by this sudden action. Fortunately, he was quick to hold her, so she did not fall.
She was so careless.
Before he could open his mouth to admonish her, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. His assistant then opened the door and came in.
"Mr. Sheldon, the police are here..."
He paused mid-sentence.
The assistant's face turned red like a cooked crab, and he hurriedly retreated.
"I-I didn't see anything!"
The male assistant just wanted to stuff himself back out the doorway and get crushed to death.
The couple in the office felt a little uncomfortable.
Lance put Yvette down. His face was inexplicably a little dark and sullen.
"When Hans isn't here, the rest of them become so unruly."
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