Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 147 I Don’t Know Him

Charlie’s words made Yvette find it hard to refuse him. She could only nod and say that she would call

him.

After Charlie left, Yvette ordered a car and went directly to the cemetery.

Unlike those in the city, cemeteries in the countryside weren’t planned exquisitely. Instead, there were

just graves without any decorations. Yvette paid for a tombstone for Phoebe.

When she saw Phoebe’s tombstone splashed with red paint, she was so angry that she trembled.

She went to a family living not far from the cemetery and asked if they knew what had happened.

The family did not know Yvette, but they knew Phoebe. When they heard that Yvette was Phoebe’s

granddaughter, they told Yvette that it was a resident in the village who did it.

The man claimed that Phoebe owed him money. They tried to stop him, but the man was a rascal, so

they did

not dare to stand in his way.

Yvette had never heard that Phoebe was in anyone’s debt. She was furious. However, her priority was

to clean

up the tombstone.

She borrowed some tools from the family to get rid of the paint, knelt in front of Phoebe’s tombstone,

and

cleaned it carefully while shedding tears.

She collected herself and murmured.

“Granny, I will make things right for you.”

After she was done, she left 300 dollars for the family and asked them to help look after Phoebe’s

tomb. Should anything happen, they shall give her a call.

The family was more than happy to take her money. They wouldn’t have lived here if they weren’t poor

anyway.

She asked for the rascal’s address and went to the town to find him.

Yet before she could find him, her neighbor, Melissa, called her and said that a lot of people had

gathered in front of her house, claiming to demolish it. The landlord who bought the house was also

there.

Yvette hurried over.

When she arrived at the Dudley’s house, there were already many people there, including the police

even.

When the landlord saw Yvette, she was unhappy. She said, “Yvette, you and I are neighbors, right?

Back then, your uncle wanted to sell the house, and I bought it. You wanted to rent it, and I agreed. I

never expected you to gang up and trick me. I no longer want to rent it to you. Explain to everyone that

the house has nothing to do with you or your uncle anymore.”

Yvette was stunned. She thought, what does she mean? When did I gang up with Hoffman?

I haven’t seen him since he was arrested because of the incident at the hospital.

Yvette was just about to ask more. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair and dragged her to the

ground.

“Cut the crap. Pay back the money!”

There was a police officer at the scene who maintained order. He stepped forward to stop the man and

said,

“Calm down. Don’t get physical.”

The landlady asked the police officer to come because these people were causing trouble in the house

she bought. She showed them the documents she had, including the property ownership certificate, yet

they just

wouldn’t leave.

Yvette looked up and saw that the man who pulled her was the rascal mentioned by the family earlier.

She immediately became angry and asked, “Are you the one who disrespected my grandmother’s

tomb?”

The man wasn’t guilty at all and shouted, “So what if I say yes? Would you come back if I didn’t? You

cunt. You colluded with Hoffman and fooled us. The rest of our lives depend on the money you

swindled!”

The police officer next to Yvette told her that not long ago, Hoffman went back in a luxury car from

somewhere unknown, bragging that he had made a lot of money while he was away. He lobbied the

villagers.

to trust him with their money, and he would make them rich as well.

Moreover, he pledged the house as collateral.

No one knew that this house had been sold by him a long time ago, and since Yvette rented the house,

no

one was suspicious.

Now, Hoffman was nowhere to be found.

Therefore, in everyone’s eyes, Yvette and Hoffman colluded and defrauded them of their money.

It was a dispute. Besides, since the villagers gave their money to Hoffman, though the police officer

was helpless, he still said that Hoffman needed to be found..

Hoffman was nowhere to be found. Naturally, everyone targeted Yvette.

The police officer could only mediate, trying to calm everyone down. He said that people here should

talk nicely and stop making Yvette take the blame. After all, what Hoffman did had nothing to do with

her.

Some villagers were puzzled. They asked the police officer if they could get the money back should

Hoffman.

be caught.

The police officer looked reluctant. He explained, “Only if Hoffman did not spend it. If he did, he

wouldn’t have

the money to repay you. He would do jail time. But it also means that you can never get your money

back.”

Immediately, the scene was filled with wailing.

Many people at present were old and couldn’t find a job. And now, they had no money left. Once they

got sick, they wouldn’t have enough money to pay their medical bills. Only death awaited.

An aged woman slumped to the ground, rolled, and cried. They had been saving the money for their

entire lives.

Yvette finally knew what was going on.

It was true that Hoffman defrauded those people, yet she also held herself accountable, since she

rented the house, which thereby caused the misunderstanding.

She asked them, “How much did Hoffman take from you?”

Hearing that, the people suddenly saw a glimmer of hope. They had heard that Yvette had a job in New

York, and she was a college graduate. She must have been something. She must have had money.

They all took out the IOUS written by Hoffman. Yvette did a rough estimation. There were more than

twenty

families, which added up to nearly 500 thousand dollars.

Yvette left for her studies very early, so, she did not know many of the people on site.

Yet she could see that most of them were dressed in plain clothes and looked very honest. It was

obvious that they were peasants who worked hard their entire life. Finally, they saved up tens of

thousands of dollars.

for retirement, and now, their money was conned away by Hoffman.

Yvette pursed her lips and said, “Everyone, I will pay back the money on behalf of Hoffman, but if he

cons you

again, it will have nothing to do with me.”

The police officer said, “That won’t happen. Hoffman has already been used as a typical negative for

our

publication in town. No one will ever be conned again.”

The people were happy. “OK! Go and get the money for us now.”

Yvette was a bit embarrassed. “I don’t have the money right now. You might need to wait until I get

back to

New York and sell my apartment.”

She still had a loan on her apartment. After she settled the loan, there would be around 300 thousand

dollars left. She could only slowly repay the rest by working.

Hearing this, everyone was unhappy again.

“Come on. You told us that you were going to pay back the money, and now you claim you have to sell

your

apartment? You are lying to us!”

The rascal tried to stimulate the people and said, “Hoffman is her uncle. They are the same. Both of

them are

liars!”

All the people were agitated, and they wanted to come forward to push Yvette again. Even the police

officer

couldn’t stop them.

The scene was getting chaotic. Seeing that, Yvette found a stool to stand on and shouted, “Stop!”

Everyone quieted down and looked at Yvette.

Arguing won’t get you any money.” Yvette looked at them. “I promised to pay you back for Hoffman. I

will not go back on my word.”

Yvette was fair and beautiful, and she looked different from the people in Pittsburgh. Her words were

somehow convincing.

A woman said, “Then tell us, how long do we have to wait?”

Yvette apologized and said, “I can’t say for sure, but I will pay you back as soon as possible.”

Selling a property was not an easy thing. After she sold the apartment, she still needed about 200

thousand

dollars. She needed to work to slowly raise the money.

The rascal said again, “I told you. She is a liar. Don’t think otherwise, simply because she looks pretty.

If you

let her go back to New York, you will never see her again.”

The scene had an uproar again.

Yvette suddenly realized something. It was the rascal that stirred trouble every time, yet he didn’t even

take

out his IOU.

She asked, “Did Hoffman take money from you?”

He said, “Of course.”

“How much?”

The man’s eyes flickered. “130 thousand dollars.”

Yvette didn’t buy it. The family living next to the cemetery said that the man was a parasite. How come

he

had that kind of money? Chances were, he was ripping Yvette off.

“Where’s the IOU?”

Of course, the rascal didn’t have one. He said, “I don’t have one. I told you he owed me 130 thousand

dollars.”

“Why should I believe you?”

Yvette looked at the policeman and said, “He splashed red paint on my grandmother’s tombstone. I

took

photos of the scene. Also, I had witnesses to back me up. I will report this to you now. Besides, I don’t

think

Hoffman took his money. I think he just wanted money that doesn’t belong to him at all.”

Yvette was right.

The rascal was just a parasite, and he didn’t have 130 thousand dollars. He just saw that there were

many people here, and he might be able to make some money out of it.

He became angry at once. He didn’t care for the presence of the police officer and grabbed Yvette by

her hair. Then he slammed her against the wall.

No one had time to react.

Yvette felt her scalp hurt. Seeing that she was about to hit the wall, she subconsciously closed her eyes

and prepared herself.

Bang!

י

The wall was very sturdy, yet it did not hurt that much.

Yvette sensed a familiar aura. She reflexively opened her eyes and looked up, only to see the man’s

exquisite

jawline.

She was still a little dizzy. When she met that pair of dark eyes, she thought that she was hallucinating.

She thought, Lance? Why is he here?

She subconsciously retreated. However, she was pulled back by him and leaned against him.

The rascal had been subdued by the policeman in one move. He was pressed to the ground.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” the policeman asked Yvette.

Yvette felt a little dizzy, but she could manage, so she shook her head.

The policeman was about to take the rascal back to the station. He looked at Lance and asked Yvette

hesitantly, “Do you know him?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Lance and Yvette replied in unison.

In a split second, Lance’s expression became utterly ugly. He clenched his hands that were hanging to

the side so hard that his knuckles turned pale.

He thought, why bother?