"Smack!" In the quiet underground parking lot, a crisp slap echoed suddenly.
An alluring and glamorous woman, her delicate face brimming with anger, stared at the woman in front of her dressed in a black suit. "Hannah, this is the last time I'm saying it. I want to see Mr. Smith!"
The fair-skinned face was immediately marked with a red imprint. Hannah Snow, with an expressionless demeanor, gazed back at her.
She was a currently popular model, her parents' provider, and the former head of the Sunny Wealth Corporation, or more accurately, the ex-head. Charles Smith was notorious for his promiscuity, changing women as frequently as he changed clothes. Poor Hannah, as his cold-faced secretary, had to clean up his mess.
"I'm sorry, Miss Johnson, but Mr. Smith is indeed very busy," Hannah Snow replied calmly, her icy gaze issuing a warning that she wouldn't tolerate any further physical aggression.
"You..." The woman fumed and raised her hand again to deliver another slap, only to have Hannah Snow catch her wrist in mid-air.
Hannah Snow exerted a bit of force, "Miss Johnson, although this may not be a public place, there are surveillance cameras in the parking lot. Or perhaps you'd like me to expose today's scene to the media journalists, revealing the true face of the gentle and amiable Miss Johnson to everyone?"
Hit where it hurts, the woman angrily pulled her hand away. "Humph! You're just a mere secretary, how dare you speak to me like this? Just wait! I'll make sure Mr. Smith fires you!"
With that, she turned on her slender high heels and walked away.
Hannah Snow sighed and touched her flushed cheek. If Mr. Smith were to fire her, she would be more than happy. What a karmic bond!
Charles Smith, she reckoned that in her past life, she must have incurred an immense hatred with this despicable man!
Speaking of which, they had known each other for eight years now, two years in high school, four years in college, and two years as his secretary. Logically speaking, with such a tense relationship between the two of them, how did it end up so entangled and unresolved?
Hannah Snow immediately decided that she would come to this place every day to read. If she could have her first love here at Incept High School, it would be even better!
In her mind, she automatically conjured up scenes from idol dramas, where handsome men and beautiful women leaned against each other. Wow! What a delightful sight!
"Da-oh... you're so amazing... I can't take it anymore..."
"Baby, can't take it now? Hm?"
"Oh... harder..."
"Just love how wild you are!"
The indecent banter of the man and the coquettish gasps of the woman reached her ears. Hannah Snow's forehead twitched with three black lines. The decline of society was evident, lacking the shyness and blushing of ordinary girls. But who could blame her, as Hannah Snow was known for her insatiable curiosity?
In novels she had read, such scenes were described based on the readers' imagination, but she had never witnessed a real-life performance!
So, instead of feeling embarrassed, Miss Hannah Snow sat down boldly to observe and even studied the physique of the couple.
Wow! This man's physique is incredible!
His upper body is muscular, in perfect proportions with broad shoulders, narrow hips, smooth six-pack abs, and long, powerful legs. He appears to be around senior year in high school.
With a head of dazzling golden hair, he presses his robust body against his female classmate and moves rhythmically. Suddenly, he raises his head, noticing Hannah Snow watching them with a look of amusement.
Wow! He's a handsome guy!
Putting aside everything else, just based on appearances, this man is undoubtedly one hundred percent charming and handsome.
Seeing that he was looking at her, Hannah Snow smiled at him openly, "Please continue."
The girl, however, was startled to hear a voice she shouldn't have heard and got up in shock, "Ah! Da! Why is someone here?"
Charles Smith, with a wicked smile, looked at the girl who showed no intention of leaving, then lowered his head to kiss the woman beneath him. He continued his movements without any hesitation until the woman beneath him screamed in ecstasy, and only then did he release his passion, of course, with the premise of using protection.