Under the heiress facade

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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.

Camille Enked arms with Bernard

hands but refrained from shaking Camille off rudely. Instead, he glanced at Hera, who was following behind.

expression was

same time, she was unwilling to leave them alone in

into the private room, where she saw a long table set with flowers, wine, and candlelight, with a chair on

frustration grew. Spotting a lounge area, she pulled out

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

silent as he

to comprehend the situation. How could his secretary be so audacious? And

a loss for words. Whether it was her imagination or not, Bernard seemned oddly attentive to his secretary. He was occasionally

anyone else, they would have immediately

employee. But Camille’s upbringing didn’t allow her to do so. She signaled the waiter to bring another set of cutlery

date was shattered by

Bernard charting leisurely. Meanwhile, her