Chapter 1500 Where’s Your Sincerity?
However, this was a project that they were willing to facilitate from the beginning.
"A project is a project. She has caused me so much trouble since she was a child, and every time I
want to see how much she has grown, she would drag me down instead. How about this? I’ll just leave
her to you. Forget about the project. When she’s a bit more capable, let here back to take over the
Mrs. Quimbey had her own ns.
Although Lance''s offer for the new energy project was a gold mine, if she really epted it, it would be
hard for Yvette to conduct herself in the future.
Yvette had such a mboyant temper. Mrs. Quimbey would be heartbroken if Yvette had to suffer even
a little grievance.
Lance understood Mrs. Quimbey''s meaning and did not force it. He nced at the guilty Yvette and
nodded.
"Sure, then let her work with me for the time being."
Yvette subconsciously raised her head, a little shocked.
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She did not expect to actually end up working for Lance.
He was really bold!
After leaving Mrs. Quimbey’s office, Yvette sighed in relief, as if she had just fought a battle.
It was still a loss.
Lance smiled. "Were you that scared?"
"Weren''t you?"
Lance hesitated for a few seconds before speaking truthfully. "I really was a little afraid just now."
However, he did not show it.
Yvette tossed the bag in her hand and looked back at him.
"I''m hungry. Buy me lunch, Mr. Sheldon?"
A smile surfaced in Lance''s eyes. "Sure."
He chose a very romantic western restaurant. Yvette watched the waiter shaved white truffles on her
pasta and was a little dazed.
Lance suddenly asked.
"Who did you sell that project for $6 million to?”
Yvette faintly froze.
She instantly thought of the messy rtionship between her, Sean, and Sean''s ex-wife.
Yvette did not know how to exin it to her new husband, who was sitting in front of her.
She looked torn.
Lance looked at her and waited extremely patiently for her answer.
It was impossible to hide it from him, since he would find out from other means.
In that case, she might as well tell him herself.
She pursed her lips. "My ex-boyfriend''s ex-wife."
The waiter, who was listening on the side, froze. The white truffle fell and rolled on the floor.
Lance looked in displeasure. His cold gaze swept over, and the waiter quickly bowed to apologize.
"Leave."
Lance''s voice was extremely cold.
"Yes, sir. I’m very sorry."
Yvette only looked at Lance when there was no one else around.
"Are you angry?"
Judging by how he lost his temper at the waiter earlier, of course, he was angry.
Why was he angry?
Was it because of the waiter or was it because of her?
Lance raised his head faintly. The moment the two of them looked at each other, the warm color in his
eyes surfaced.
"I''m not angry, but this isn''t like something you would
do."
Yvette''s lips twitched. She raised her brows and shrugged.
"You heard about me too, right? Do you think I let her down?"
Lance shook his head slightly.
"You''re not that kind of person."
Yvette''s body stiffened for a second. However, it was just a second, and she regained herposure.
Her lips curled. For some reason, those long-hidden grievances in her heart were swept away because
of his words.
Look, even someone who was not familiar with her knew that she was not that kind of person.
In that case, what qualifications did those bystanders have to call her a mistress?
When she thought about it now, it was ridiculous that she once fell into self-doubt and pain because of
these usations.
Yvette lowered her head for a second and sighed indifferently.
"It''s not because of guilt. It''s because I pity her."
She pitied Sean''s ex-wife for meeting the wrong person. She also pitied herself for the days she
squandered willfully.