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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

smile on Bernard’s lips sparked excitement in mille’s

the moment, Camille Enked arms with Bernard and

Camille off rudely. Instead, he glanced at Hera, who

was unreadable.

time, she was unwilling to leave them alone

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

frustration grew. Spotting a lounge area, she pulled out a chair and seated herself at the table’s center.

two chat. I’ll be here,” she said as she put on earphones and immersed herself in Flip–and–Match.

as he observed

comprehend the situation. How could his secretary be so audacious? And shouldn’t a secretary like her be outside to assist Douglas rather than intruding into their private

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

would have immediately asked the

do so. She signaled the waiter to bring another set of cutlery

Camille’s anticipated romantic date was shattered by the unwelcome presence of this third wheel

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