“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”
“You’d rather submit to force than ept my request, huh?” Wyatt pped Yvonne across her face
and pulled her hair roughly.
Yvonne let out a pained cry, and Wyatt became more excited. The old witch had been tormenting
him these past few days—his dignity had been thrown to the ground and stepped on over and over
again.
At that moment, he felt like he had gotten his pride as a man back.
“Looks like thest CEO didn’t get it on with you, hmm? Well, I’ll be happy to take that opportunity!”
Wyatt felt so powerful that he did not care about the consequences. He was the CEO of York
Enterprise, what was the worst that could happen from sleeping with a secretary?
Yvonne kept struggling, and her screams echoed throughout the office.
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Wendy Sorell was on her way to the office to report her progress after handling her matters at the
main hall. She heard Yvonne’s screams and rushed to the office, swinging open the door. She
gasped at the sight before her.
“Wyatt Johnson, you bastard! Let go!”
Wendy was scared, but Yvonne had helped her in her time of need—she could not let Yvonne be
defiled by the monster in front of her.
She struggled to pick up a chair, then flung it at Wyatt’s back furiously. “You bastard!”
Wyatt howled in pain, copsing to the ground. Thea York had taken up most of Wyatt’s energy the
past few days, so taking such a heavy hit had his head spinning.
“There’s nothing wrong with me ying with my secretary, so mind your own business! Don’t make
me fire you!” Wyatt struggled to his feet, his features twisted in rage.
He had almost gotten his prey, but now it was gone. Wyatt was seething.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Wyatt Johnson, the York family has not replied yet! If your election
documents turn out to be fabricated, you know the consequences.” Yvonne had regained her
footing, and stood in front of Wendy protectively.
Wyatt chuckled maliciously. “You’re threatening me? I can have you killed anytime I want!”