Yvette's face darkened. She was puzzled.
"One of you guys? You want me to be your subordinate?"
Sean touched her hair. "You'll be one of us if you get a divorce and marry me."
Yvette was still not one of them even after she slept with Sean multiple times.
Yvette narrowed her eyes slightly and did not speak.
He forced her to get divorced, but Yvette did not want to compromise.
She did not want to divorce Lance.
Yvette and Lance put so much effort into their marriage, so neither of them would give up easily.
She would never divorce Lance and be with Sean.
Sean's eyes darkened and turned cold when he noticed her silence.
"If you’re not all in, don’t think about knowing so much. I'm not that stupid to let you gain evidence just so you can report me."
Yvette's eyes fluttered, and she subconsciously raised her head.
She panicked for a moment, but she quickly calmed down.
"You don't really want to marry me. You just want to get revenge on me for marrying Lance. In that case, why should I sacrifice my marriage? When you get sick of me, I'll end up with nothing and lose Lance. I'm not that stupid."
Yvette did not want Sean to see her real motive, so she had to find other reasons to cover it up.
Sean smiled and pinched her ears.
"Of course, the Great Miss Quimbey will never let herself suffer."
He stubbed the cigarette in his hand on the railing and pulled her downstairs.
"Let's go."
Yvette frowned and thought, 'Is that all?’
Did he bring her out on purpose just so that she could see what business he was in?
When the bar owner sent them out, Yvette suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Where did those people disappear to just now?"
That large group of men and women
should not have gone unnoticed.
However, when Yvette was on the second floor while she talked to the police downstairs, she did not see anyone else.
How come?
They should not be able to get out so soon.
Sean’s eyes were a bit gloomy and nonchalant.
"You really are dumb. I guess you don't know how many backdoors and secret passages there are in this bar, huh?"
Yvette was stunned for a moment.
She really did not know!
Yvette went to the bar purely to drink, dance, and relax. She came here as a customer, so she would use the main door.
She did not expect this bar to have a back door and secret passages.
No wonder those masked people carrying those boxes disappear so quickly.
She was extremely scared and flustered.
When they got into the car, Tate sat in the driver's seat and glanced at Sean in the rearview mirror.
"Boss, are we going back to the villa?"
Sean glanced at Yvette.
"You behaved well today, so I'll reward you. What do you feel like eating? I’ll get someone to buy it for you."
Yvette glanced at him. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she demanded, "Stop at the cafe in front and buy me a cup of milk tea!"
Sean frowned slightly. "I thought you hate drinking this stuff? Why don’t we go to a boba shop then?"
He was indeed wary of Yvette and did not let go of such a small abnormality.
Yvette blinked and frowned impatiently.
"The cafe used to be a boba shop, but the owner changed her business. Her coffee isn't great, but the milk tea is pretty nice. Her old customers still go there to buy milk tea. Are you going to buy it for me or not?”
Sean glanced at her, then looked at Tate.
Tate immediately understood. He slowly parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car to buy the milk tea.
Sean took Yvette’s hand from behind and laughed.
“Your habits changed, but your temper is still the same. How did Lance put up with you?"
Yvette paused and wanted to withdraw her hand, but she held back.
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