No wonder everyone in the business world was trying to poach her as their all-around secretary. Was there any other secretary as versatile as her?
At three in the morning, she would receive a call from her boss and immediately rush over to negotiate his break-up terms with his lover?
Hannah watched as the scantily clad woman left with an unwilling expression. She turned and entered the room. This was Charles Smith's exclusive hotel, where he entertained his companions whenever the need arose.
Hannah watched with an expressionless face as she saw the condoms scattered all over the place. She couldn't help but mentally tally them up; yes, this was the infamous "Seven Times in One Night" Charles. She'd have to order more supplies for her boss!
"Do you know what time it is now?" Hannah looked up from her counting and saw Charles, looking relaxed, gazing at her innocently. She asked through her eyes, "What's wrong with you today?"
Charles felt a bit uneasy. His little schoolmate was infamous for her morning moodiness. If she hadn't slept well, anyone facing her would be in for a miserable time. Oh no, what did her fierce expression mean?
Before he could complete his imagination, Hannah had already reached her limit. She grabbed his collar, pressing her leg against his strong abdomen, inadvertently causing her skirt to ride up, revealing her fair and slender thighs.
Charles couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Wow!
Charles accompanied her with a smile and kindly released her hand, "Alright, alright, it's my fault, I'm sorry!"
But there was nothing he could do. After all, he couldn't stand a woman's tears and didn't want to ruin his perfect image in their eyes due to a momentary anger. So he had to turn to Hannah Snow, the expert, for help!
She was the one who knew best how to deal with those women who clung to him. She was his savior!
Hannah resentfully let go of him, smoothed out the wrinkles on her short skirt, turned around, and left.
Damn it!
There's no way she can get a good night's sleep now!
Fine, she won't go to work tomorrow!
He couldn't do anything to her, after all! Charles watched her leaving, damn it!
Why did he start imagining her stunning figure under that conservative outfit?
He was really looking forward to the company's staff event now, with the hot springs! Didn't it mean that she would reveal her figure? He swallowed his saliva again. Hannah, why are you off-limits? What a pity...
In the end, the barbecue with hot springs was changed to take place in Charles Smith's luxurious villa, all for the convenience of the big boss!
Charles truly lived up to his reputation as a playboy, providing benefits for the male colleagues in the company. He demanded that all female colleagues attending the event must wear swimsuits, or else they would have their salaries deducted. Everyone obediently complied, looking forward to seeing what Charles would do if Hannah, the only one who dared to defy him, refused to wear a swimsuit.
They couldn't help but wonder how she would look in a swimsuit. Would her figure be too shocking?