Yvette did not refuse. She was now at an impasse with Lance not because of Whitney. It was because of the Cali business trip.
However, Lance liked to mix up the two matters.
Lance's office.
Lance sat on the sofa and pointed to the opposite side, looking like he was ready to negotiate.
"Let's sit and talk."
Yvette sat there, but she did not start the conversation.
The assistant outside sensed a cold tension between Lance and Yvette. Out of curiosity, the assistant brazenly went into the office
to deliver coffee.
The originally calm Lance suddenly had bloodshot eyes. He coldly yelled, "Get out!"
The assistant was so scared that he left in a hurry.
Yvette looked at Lance, who rarely loses his temper, and suddenly laughed.
Lance looked at her coldly.
"What are you laughing at?"
Yvette said, "You wanted to yell at me instead, right?"
Lance wrinkled his eyebrows. Yvette did not give him a chance to speak.
"I really want to go, and it’s not because I'm mad at you. I want to try it out myself to see how far I can go without you guys' protection."
Lance was silent for a moment. He raised his eyes to look at her.
"You can go elsewhere and manage other projects. Just take your pick. Do you think that Cali is a joke? Don’t you know how dangerous it is there?!"
Yvette pursed her lips and looked at him with arched eyebrows, which made Lance's words stuck in his throat.
Lance rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.
"Are you still blaming me? If I’d known that she was that kind of person, I’d never have let her appear in front of us. I really..."
Seeing Lance's helpless and pained look, Yvette stepped forward and gently hugged him.
Lance was stunned but he quickly reached out to pull her into his arms and held her tighter.
"Yvette, if you blame me for that, go ahead and hit me or scold me. Just don’t say that you’re leaving. Just be frank with me if I’m at fault, okay?"
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