Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 88 as

Alarm bells were going off in Camille’s mind, but she flashed a smile and asked, “And who might this be?”

“I’m his secretary,” Hera replied casually,

“What’s your last name? You look young, like a 17 or 18–year–old teenager,” Camille probed further.

“You don’t have to know.” Hera telt irritated as she glanced at their hands. Was this just a handshake or were they holding hands?

Taken aback by Hera’s response, Camille remained silent.

Bernard was caught off guard by Hera’s proactive disclosure of her identity, though her tone carried a hint of displeasure. Was she jealous? He smirked and deliberately prolonged the handshake.

“Mr. Killian, you’ve got quite an interesting secretary,” Camille remarked with a faint smile. She attempted to withdraw her hand, but Bernard’s grip lingered

sparked excitement in mille’s heart.

the moment, Camille Enked arms with Bernard and led

disdainful look at their hands but refrained from shaking Camille

was

was feeling irritated. But at the same time, she

with flowers, wine, and candlelight, with a chair on each side. Was this for

a lounge area, she pulled out a chair and

be here,” she said as she put on earphones and

silent as

mirrored his silence, her thoughts racing as she struggled to comprehend the situation. How could his secretary be so audacious? And shouldn’t a secretary like her be outside to assist Douglas rather than

a loss for words. Whether it was her

were anyone else, they would have immediately asked

employee. But Camille’s upbringing didn’t allow her to do so. She signaled the waiter

anticipated romantic date was shattered by the unwelcome presence

glimpses of Camille and Bernard charting leisurely. Meanwhile, her phone screen displayed an alarming 50%