Chapter 1870: Exposed
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Yvette could hear the sound of a lighter over the phone. Lance seemed to be smoking She paused for a
while and felt that she could not remain calm when she chatted with Lance. According to her past
experience, it was too easy to get herselfi n trouble.
âIâm with Nicole. Didnât I tell you earlier?â
Yvette wanted to end the call quickly, so she took the initiative to speak.
âDo you not trust me and want to check u p on me?â
Lance stayed silent for a few seconds. He let out a light laugh that was somewhat cold.
âNicole?
âYeah!â
Yvette answered boldly.
Lance took a deep breath to calm himself down, and Yvette suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
Before she could say anything, Lance said, âWait a sec, Iâll get Nicole to speakt o you.â
After saying that, Lance handed over his phone to the person next to him. âExcuse me, will you have a
word with Yvette?â
Yvette froze for a moment, and her body stiffened. She suddenly felt like she was done for.
In the next second, a familiar voice came through the phone.
âYvette, itâs me. Lance just came back to my house with Grant. I wanted to ask if you wanna come over.â
Yvette closed her eyes. She suddenly felt like her future was bleak.
This was the first time her lie was so quickly exposed.
Yvette opened her mouth.
âNo⦠No need.â
Lance took the phone over and let out a light laugh.
âYvette, you should go back and think about how you wanna explain this matter?â
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Nicole pursed her lips and hurriedly took her phone to send a message.
[You lied?] Yvette replied.
[I didnât expect such a coincidence!] Nicole typed.
[Your husband seems super angryâ¦] Yvette typed back.
[Yeah, I felt itâ¦] Nicole messaged Yvette.
[Youâd better plead guilty!] Yvette replied.
[Lemme have some fun before I die!]
Yvette took a deep breath and returned to the private room anyway.
Since she was already exposed, she should just enjoy herself.
Yvette went in quietly, so no one paid attention to her. They were all doing their own thing
Some people were playing poker, and some others were singing horribly.
Yvette turned around and found a bunch o f girls gossiping and drinking. They were the few girls from the
front desk. She silently sat in a corner and did not catch their eye, but she was ready to join i n their
conversation.
âWhy is she here?â
âWho knows? How dare she come back?M s. Quimbey doesnât know her identity, right?â
âIâm sure Ms. Quimbey isnât aware. Otherwise, how can that woman show up here?â
âShould we pretend that we donât know about it?â
Yvette was sitting there, anxious to know who they were talking about.
How did they know who they were talking about without mentioning that womanâs name?
A younger woman sighed.
âMs. Quimbeyâs so nice to us, so I feel really bad for hiding it from herâ¦â
Yvette finally could not take it anymore. She stood up, walked over, and sat opposite them.
Everyone was shocked.
Yvette smiled and looked at the person who spoke.
âThen donât hide it from me. What are you guys talking about?â
Everyone looked at each other with some guilt.
They were wondering how much Yvette had heard and if they should tell her or not.
âMs. Quimbeyâ¦â
Yvette sighed and took a sip of wine.â Actually, I know all about it, and I know your good intentions. I
didnât expect hert o show up here eitherâ¦â
She would not go wrong for going along with their words.
Everyone was shocked for a moment.
Their expressions were a little strange.
âMs. Quimbey, I didnât expect that youâd know about itâ¦â
Yvette nodded her head calmly.
âOf course! Thatâs why I know what you girls are saying. I donât blame you either. Who couldâve imagined
this?â
A young girl sitting next to Yvette looked a ther with encouragement.
âAlthough sheâs Mr. Sheldonâs ex girlfriend, youâre forever the boss lady in our heart! No one can ever
replace you!"