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

faint smile on Bernard’s lips sparked excitement in mille’s heart. Was Bernard

Bernard and led him into

Camille off rudely.

expression was unreadable.

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

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

she pulled out a chair and seated herself

chat. I’ll be here,” she said as she put

as he observed Hera.

audacious? And shouldn’t a secretary like her be outside to assist Douglas

didn’t 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

it were anyone else, they would have immediately asked

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

shattered by the unwelcome presence of

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