Lance's voice was full of coldness and harshness.
Yvette paused and felt like turning around and leaving right now.
Yazmin smiled ironically and didn't speak. She watched Yvette bend down to put the soup on the coffee table and prepare to go out.
Lance caught a whiff of the perfume. He couldn't help but look up and saw Yvette who was going out.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on his cold face as he shouted, "Wait a minute."
Yvette stopped in her tracks.
Lance stood up and said to Yazmin, "I've highlighted the key points in the document. Frankie will take you to Mr. Chance. He will help you with it."
Yazmin still wanted to say something, but Lance had already walked to Yvette and naturally wrapped his arm around her waist. "Honey, why are you here?"
Holding the document, Yazmin froze for a second.