Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Yvette walked behind Lance, and Hans invited her in.
At a glance, the inside had a clean gray tone that was very similar to Lance’ s style — dull, reticent, and
predictable.
The furnishings inside were not very luxurious but were clean and tidy and did not look cheap at all.
Lance took off his jacket and threw it to the side. Hans picked up the jacket and hung it up while giving
his report.
“Mr. Sheldon, the director from the medical department visited in the morning and waited until the
afternoon.”
Lance seemed to have known and nodded. “Has he eaten?”
Hans smiled. “Yes. The Vice President and I accompanied him.”
Lance nodded.
“Their hospital wants to monopolize large -scale medical equipment and make a fortune. We can’t agree
to it so quickly. Delay it for now.”
Hans nodded and agreed.
Then, Hans looked at Yvette, who was sitting on the sofa casually. He pursed his lips and wanted to say
something.
Lance paused and cleared his throat.
“That’s Yvette. You know her too. From now on, she’ll temporarily work here.”
Hans’s eyes widened in shock. It was unbelievable.
Yvette turned over and revealed a perfect smile, nodding gently at Hans.
“Please give me your guidance.”
Hans did not dare to believe it. How would he dare to guide Mrs. Sheldon?
When Lance saw her smile at Hans, his gaze darkened slightly, and his tone subconsciously turned a
little cold.
“Hans, let the HR department come over later to do the entry formalities. She starts work today.”
This time, Yvette was no longer able to smile. “Does it have to be that formal?”
Lance looked at her with a pleasant expression. “Of course. How else will we be able to explain it to my
mother-in-law?” Mrs. Quimbey was not a person who was easily fooled. Yvette was speechless for a
moment, but she felt like something was not quite right. It seemed like something was amiss. Hans also
felt the same way. “Mrs. Sheldon’s job title is…”
He asked tentatively. It was not his place to make his own arrangements.
Was it the vice president? Or director?
Or something else?
Lance paused. “My assistant.”
Hans and Yvette froze at the same time. Lance added, “The same as you.”
Hans made sure he did not mishear his boss.
Yvette stood up stiffly and looked at him, confused.
“Didn’t you say there was a big project? Wasn’t it supposed to be practice? Do you want me to serve you
coffee and tea?” She, the high and mighty Ms. Quimbey, was working as an assistant for someone else?
She wondered if Lance had taken the wrong medication.
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