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Chapter 11

“You want Ms. Frost to be his secretary? Have you lost your damn mind?!” someone snapped.

“Ms. Frost’s sharp, young, and has a flawless track record. What CEO in their right mind wouldn’t want her? If she goes to the job market, those headhunters would be all over her.”

I smiled enigmatically. In fact, they underestimated the headhunters‘ efficiency. About ten days ago, before any news of my departure had leaked, some of them had already reached out to ask about my future plans.

The conversation continued.

“Don’t be so short–sighted. This isn’t an ordinary secretary position–it’s the role supporting the CEO of Jones Group! It means access to the top echelon of this city–amazing potential.”

“I know an overseas company where the executive secretary was so capable that she got promoted to VP in a few years. She even ended up marrying the CEO.”

“Hmm, if you put it that way, I kinda wanna apply for the position now.”

“Wait, has anyone actually seen the CEO of Jones Group? What does he look like? Is he even hot?”

“Nope. Only the eldest daughter of the Jones family has made public appearances. The other three siblings are super low–profile.”

The conversation veered off–topic. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Seeing their hopeful anticipation of love, I felt like a cynic who’d lost all faith in love. I was done with love. But I still wanted a career of my own.

I was planning to start my own business, but my network revolved around Julian. Once I was no longer his wife, who would give me a chance? I needed to build my professional credibility.

the wealthy and powerful, inquiring about Jones Group and its mysterious CEO,

another

stew. I

“Darling… did

break up?”

she understood immediately. With a sigh, she said, “So, the rumors are true. After eight years you spent together, he cheated

a backup plan. Heard this mysterious

it to me straight are you after the man

trust cold hard cash now.”

ha… Leave it to me. I’ll

“Thank you.”

my

back. The search results were meager. “Evan Jones…” I murmured the name, hoping to learn about this cash cow’s personality

studies, while we were dating, we were inseparable, but later, we

do you want?” I asked, looking up,

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own wife without an agenda?”

course.” After I leave, he can

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suspiciously. I snapped it shut–clearly avoiding his gaze. He settled onto my chaise lounge.

“Go ahead.”

his polite approach meant trouble, but he still

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