Chapter 1484 Do You Want a Taste?
Yvette stood firmly before reaching out to push Lance away without the slightest hint of reluctance.
It was like she was facing a stranger.
"Thanks..."
Yvette finished speaking and continued to walk back, but she saw that she had gone in the wrong
direction. For a moment, she could not figure out if she was walking at the right ce or not.
Lance saw her reaction and smiled somewhat helplessly.
"Where''s the room?"
Yvette pursed her lips. "Call Nicole and tell her toe out and pick me up."
She went out in a hurry and left her phone in the room.
Lance smiled faintly. His mature profoundness faded slightly and was reced by warmth.
"I only have her office number. She might not necessarily answer at this time."
After all, although their cooperation was a win-win situation, they did not have too deep a friendship in
private.
Lance had Logan''s number, but it was clear that Nicole would probably not bring her assistant to attend
this kind of private party.
Yvette stood there without moving. The alcohol went t o her head, and she threw a tantrum.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Lance looked even more helpless. He shook his head, went over to hold her slender wrist, and pulled
her in the opposite direction with some force.
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"Since you don''t know where it is, then let''s go out and sober up first."
He called Logan and asked him to inform Nicole toe out for Yvette. Then, he took Yvette to the
floor-t o-ceiling window at the end of the corridor.
Outside, the breeze blew through the branches, making it chilly both inside and out.
Yvette struggled to no avail and gave up. In any case, she recognized that the person in front of her
was Lance, so she was not that guarded.
They already got their marriage license. Was she supposed to be worried that he would sell her off?
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a small window on top from which the cold breeze
outside blew in. Yvette''s drowsy drunkenness dissipated by half in an instant.
Yvette rubbed her eyes and looked to the side. Lance stood there, looking out through the floor-to-
ceiling window. His figure was upright like a sculpture, and there was a hint of coldness in the night.
Her heart suddenly felt tickled. It was a feeling she could not describe. It was as if a huge treasure had
Suddenly, Yvette felt around her back pocket and took out a slender pack of fashion cigarettes.
Only a cigarette could calm her mind.
However, even after she searched her whole body, she could not find a lighter.
Lance''s bony hands reached out. A matte ck square lighter arrived in front of her eyes. It was
square, just like Lance, and just as proper.
Yvette stared at it for a few seconds without moving.
Lance suddenlyughed. Then, he gently flicked it, and a me sprang out.
Yvette''s face flushed red. Did he think that she was waiting for him to give her a light?
However, if she exined herself for this small matter, it would seem like she cared too much.
Yvette tried to calm her mood and brush it off. The me burned the head of the cigarette, and the
smell o f nicotine instantly filled her breath and throat.
Taking a drag, Yvette let out a sigh offort.
It was only at times like these that she felt like she was the great Ms. Quimbey who was in control of
the whole situation.
What man would dare to try and conquer her?
Yvette raised her eyes and saw the person in front of her put away the lighter. He looked outside again
with a hint of weariness on his face.
It seemed like he was not surprised nor repulsed that she smoked.
The scarlet cigarette tip dimmed in the smoke that wafted between her fingertips.
The taste of this cigarette was specially tailored. It was not as light as ordinary designer cigarettes, but
the taste was not as strong either.
Yvette turned her head sideways and stared at Lance." Do you want a taste?"
She twirled the cigarette around her fingertips as if she was luring a good student to do bad things.