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

excitement in mille’s

Bernard and led him into the

at their hands but refrained from shaking Camille

expression was unreadable.

same time,

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

frustration grew. Spotting a lounge area, she pulled out a chair and seated herself at

as she put on

silent as he

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 intruding into their private meeting like

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

have immediately asked the

such an unprofessional employee. But Camille’s upbringing didn’t allow her to do so.

date was shattered by the unwelcome

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