Chapter 3: Milk Lover
Charles Smith put on his gold-rimmed glasses and propped his long legs on the desk, looking dissatisfied.
"What can I do for you, CEO?" Hannah Snow coldly gazed back at his excessively handsome face.
He didn't actually have myopia, and wearing glasses only concealed the murderous intent he exuded in the business world. In Hannah Snow's words, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and moreover, a wolf who probably caught venereal diseases from his promiscuous lifestyle!
"Little junior, did you lose the bet again? I only took ten hours to charm that icy beauty," Charles Smith chuckled.
In reality, he didn't dislike Hannah Snow; on the contrary, he admired her. She was the only woman who saw him and didn't become infatuated. Not to mention, she was a beautiful woman with undeniable work abilities. The number of people in the industry who wanted to poach her for a job showed her high value.
Moreover, he probably wouldn't find another secretary who would help him prepare condoms.
Thanks to the friendship between their mothers, she was the only woman in the company, aside from the married or middle-aged ones, who had not fallen into his clutches. Oh, there was one more - Song Anya, but he didn't mind. After all, women were plentiful. Just a beckoning finger would bring a pile of them.
"What do you mean 'again'? I never agreed to bet anything with you," Hannah Snow casually sat in front of him, reaching for his cigarette and lighting one herself, elegantly exhaling smoke.
A hint of amazement flashed through Charles Smith's eyes, even though this wasn't the first time he saw her smoking.
As she looked in the mirror at the heavily powdered woman, Hannah Snow couldn't help but frown. Since when did she, who used to dislike makeup, become so obsessed with it? Could wearing this mask made of foundation really conceal her feelings for Charles Smith? If so, wouldn't that be wonderful?
Taking out a makeup remover and gently wiping her face, soon her petite face was left without the chemical-laden makeup, except for a clear fingerprint on her fair left cheek. Hannah Snow tilted her head slightly, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a beautiful smile. Was she Yang Meiren (Beauty)? Well, just wait! Hannah Snow... was not someone to be trifled with!
With her current status, she could easily get revenge. It seemed she was currently filming a new drama. She smiled slyly, not minding giving Yang Meiren more scenes...
Charles Smith watched in confusion as Hannah Snow, who shouldn't be in the studio right now, chatted with the director so enthusiastically. Fortunately, the director was female; otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't immediately replace the director with one of the most difficult-to-deal-with female directors. He had never known that his long-time confidential secretary had such great eloquence. She made the supposedly hard-to-get-along-with talented female director giggle and obediently follow her suggestions. But when he saw Hannah Snow in a scene with Yang Meiren...
The woman who used to be his former bed partner slapped her in the face, causing the director to call for a retake again and again. The beauty was left bewildered while Hannah Snow laughed at the side. He finally understood; his icy secretary could also be wicked!