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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

in

with Bernard and

hands but refrained from shaking Camille

was

Hera was feeling irritated. But at the same time, she was unwilling to

where she saw a long table set with flowers, wine, and candlelight, with a chair on each side. Was

pulled out

she said as she

silent as he

situation. How could his secretary be so audacious? And shouldn’t a secretary like her be

words. Whether it was her imagination or not, Bernard seemned oddly attentive to his secretary. He was occasionally stealing glances her

they would have immediately

do so. She signaled the waiter to bring another set

was shattered by the unwelcome presence

peripheral vision occasionally caught glimpses of Camille and Bernard charting leisurely. Meanwhile, her phone screen displayed

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