Chapter 175

Yvonne's POV

At last the break is over and the second section of the session begins, this time I won't be at rest, it's the time of questioning and answering of questions. I would be on my feet, right here where my seat is. A wireless microphone is handed over to me, just like ones used by singers who would be dancing at the same time on stage.

"Mrs Yvonne Jack," upon hearing myself being addressed this way, I glanced down in disgust. I don't want my reaction to be obvious, that's why I look down. The camera and the projector situated in the midst of the podium wouldn't record my facial expression well. I rose up no doubt, even though I don't like the name. It's my name no doubt.

"Yes, my Lord."

I remember him asking me not to call him by this when we are in private or with someone like Nelly. Now I wonder if I actually forgot about this, what would happen. Well, I'm glad I'm not that type of a person who mixes up things and ends up getting into trouble.