The Husband Hidden Behind Her novel Chapter 6

He started to laugh uncontrollably. Yvonne could only stand aside and look at him. Zachary had laughed for quite some time before he stopped.

"Yvonne Yates, you are one of a kind. You are not goodlooking and pretty incompetent as an assistant. Now t o add your fierceness into the mix. Which man would dare to marry you?"

Zachary had always had a sharp tongue. Yvonne just lowered her eyes silently in response.

With no regard to how she felt, Zachary continued saying, "It's all your fault for wasting my time. I was supposed to get lunch together with Lulu, but this happened instead... Get yourself a cab home. I'll be deducting your bonus by half this month!”

Zachary got into his car and left when he finished, leaving Yvonne to stand there by herself for some time before she dragged herself over to the bus stop nearby.

In less than five minutes after she had left, a luxurious Aston Martin pulled to a stop in the police station’s parking lot. Jackson was sitting in the back seat. His assistant, James Larson, opened the door and asked," President Miller, do you want to go in and take a look?"

"No need, you can go. Tell her that there will be no next time. She only get her chance this time!"

James nodded and strode into the police station. Jackson looked at him walk into the station as he recalled how much of a mess Yvonne had been in just now. He felt irritated.

Yvonne Yates, you are a wild person, aren't you? Didn't you call money a pile of trash and did not want a single cent when you left the family? What are you doing now? What kind of trouble have you gotten into t o start working as a waiter? 2

He found a box of cigarettes and lit one of them. He had just taken his first huff when James came back out. "Mr. Miller, Madam has already been picked up!"

"Picked up? By who? Yosef Turner?" Jackson asked those three questions in order. James shook his head. "No, it was Zachary Quimby!"

"Zachary Quimby? Haha!" Jackson laughed coldly. Zachary and Yosef were best friends. One could imagine how important she was to Yosef based on how quickly she was picked up.

He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. "Let's g 0!"

Yvonne stood and waited at the bus stop for half an hour before she finally boarded the bus. Her uncle, Wesley Yates, was watching television in the living room. When he saw the disheveled state she was in, h e gasped in shock, "Yvonne, what happened?"

"I met that person!" Yvonne kept no secrets from her uncle.