Yvette believed that Lance could do this and did not struggle anymore.
Stephen turned his head and looked at the hands of the two. He asked, "Yvette?"
Lance's eyes made him look like a wild beast that was ready to attack.
Yvette was afraid that the two of them would get into an argument. Stephen was a scholar. His strength could not compare to this barbarian. Stephen would definitely suffer a loss.
"Stephen, wait for me in the car first. I'll have a few words with him."
"Do you need my help?" Stephen was worried and asked.
These words made Lance clench his fists tightly as if he would beat the man in front of him in the next second.
Yvette hurriedly took a step forward, trying to stop the fight with a protecting posture.
Her action made Lance feel like his heart was being pricked by needles, somewhat suffocating.
Yvette said to Stephen, "Don't worry, Stephen. I will go find you later."
