Chapter 5

Heather was oblivious that she was being watched. Seth stroked his jaw as he clucked his tongue with interest from his perch before the window. "The chick looks gentle and fragile—I didn't expect her to be so good in a fight! It's such a coincidence that she's your secretary, huh, Ty?"

"Coincidental indeed." Tyrone had a poker face on.

Seth caught his underlying meaning. Smart as he was, he immediately linked it to something else. His expression turned serious. "Do you suspect she was planted here by someone?"

Heather had "helped" Tyrone last night after he'd been drugged, and here she was now, working as his secretary. People like him and Tyrone had never believed in coincidences.

To make matters worse, Seth was the one who'd brought Heather to Tyrone! If someone had genuinely arranged for Heather to get close to Tyrone, Seth would've played a pivotal role in making it happen!

"Have you looked into her background, Ty?" Seth hurriedly asked.

"Everything looks okay so far." Tyrone's eyes gleamed icily. Of course, he'd looked into Heather's background. If something had been wrong with her, she wouldn't still be working for him.

Just then, Caleb hurried into the room and said respectfully, "I've looked into the cause of the fight, Mr. Elkin. Ms. Jenkins was gossiping about you and Ms. Sutton with those other women in the pantry. They said…"

He hesitated. Tyrone gave him a cool look. "What?"

Caleb glanced at him, then continued, "They said Ms. Sutton stripped naked and seduced you, so you two… got it on in the office… Whatever it was, the rumors didn't sound good. Ms. Sutton happened to hear them. That's why she and Ms. Jenkins got into that fight."

Seth said, "Well, I suppose she isn't completely to blame, then. No one would've been able to stand that."

Tyrone's gaze grew colder, and the temperature in the room dropped. He glanced sideways at the glass wall.

Heather sat up straight in the office next door as she tied her hair. Instead of using a comb, she ran her fingers through her hair and gathered it into a ponytail. Her slender neck was exposed. The sun shone down on her. The sight of her was reminiscent of a beautiful painting.

She was as gorgeous as they came. For some reason, Tyrone's gaze landed on a spot on her neck. He knew there was a tiny mole there that became especially seductive when it was covered in sweat…

The memories of the night they'd spent together came to mind. Heather had lain beneath him. Her skin was fair and flawless. Her dainty face had been flushed from their activities, and she hadn't dared to push him away even when she was in pain. All she'd done was weep and beg him to stop…

The experience had been so mind-blowing that it had left a lasting impression on Tyrone. Suddenly, he felt rather frustrated.

Seth glanced at him, then said half-jokingly, "I'm short of a secretary, Ty. Since you suspect the chick's up to no good, how about you give her to me so I can have some fun with her for a few days? I can help you keep an eye on her, too."

Tyrone's gaze turned frosty at Seth's mention of wanting to have fun with Heather. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

The abrupt change in his tone took Seth aback. Seth quickly dropped the smile and said seriously, "Of course I do! I came here to talk to you about the proposal for Hagen City, remember? Let's—"

"I'm not free today!" Tyrone cut him off. Then, he told Caleb, "Tell the senior executives I want to have a meeting in ten minutes!"

Seth was baffled. Hadn't they already agreed to meet today to discuss the proposal? What was with the sudden meeting? Had he been pranked?

…

Heather was compiling some documents when a head suddenly popped up beside her computer. It made her jump.

"So, your name's Heather Sutton." Seth smiled gleefully at her name tag.

Heather recognized him as the handsome man who'd been with Tyrone earlier. Knowing that he was Tyrone's guest, she asked politely, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

She was so gentle and demure now—it was the opposite of the woman she'd been earlier while slapping Anna.

Seth was amused by this. "You have scratches on your face, cutie pie. They'll leave scars if you don't attend to them. How about I take you to the hospital?

"I know one that specializes in cosmetic surgery. Plenty of celebrities get their faces done there, and they do a great job at getting rid of scars. Trust me on this!"

Heather was taken aback. Was he the owner of the hospital or something? Was self-promotion the trendy thing for these rich people to do nowadays?

Still, keeping in mind that Seth was Tyrone's friend, Heather turned him down politely. "Thanks, but it's fine. I still need to work."

Seth laughed. "C'mon, how much is Ty paying you for this job? Is it worth you putting in so much effort? How about you quit and come work for me? I'll give you double—"

Heather's eyes lit up at the mention of "double." Just then, Tyrone's voice rang out over the intercom. He barked, "Fuck off, Seth!"

It looked like Seth had poked the sleeping bear. His expression shifted as he ran off without another word.

Heather watched him leave while feeling a little disappointed. She'd been waiting to hear whether he was going to offer to pay her double the salary she was making now. She'd lost the chance to make more money just like that.

The intercom fell silent now that Seth was gone. Heather got back to work and continued like this until it was past office hours. By the time she was done with her work, it was almost 9:00 p.m.

As she stood up to leave, a sharp pain shot through her from her ankle. She couldn't help gasping in pain as she turned pale.

When she looked down, she saw that her ankle had become incredibly swollen. She bit her lip and endured the pain as she slowly shuffled toward the door.

Once she was out of the secretariat department, Heather noticed a tall and dark figure out of the corner of her eye. She screamed in fear. Then, when she saw who it was, she stopped. "M-Mr. Elkin?"

Tyrone had just stepped out of his office and had his suit jacket thrown over one arm. Under the lights, his features were flawless. He stood there quietly while exuding a cold presence that distanced him from everyone else.

He was truly handsome. It was no wonder those women had been green with jealousy when spreading rumors about him and Heather.

Heather didn't expect him to still be around at this hour. Couldn't he have said something? Didn't he know how scary he was when standing there like a statue?

She didn't dare to say any of these things out loud, of course. After calming down, Heather asked politely, "Have you just gotten off work, Mr. Elkin?"

Tyrone took in her face, which had turned pale with fright. He didn't miss the hint of discontent that flashed in her eyes. He thought she would've been a bold one because of the fight, but it turned out she was pretty meek.

Her stockinged legs stretched out beneath her skirt. They were long and straight and were naturally attractive. They were the sort of legs every man loved, but her swollen right ankle ruined the beauty.

"Are you injured?" Tyrone's deep voice sounded particularly smooth in the quiet corridor.

Heather was surprised he was talking to her. "Yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything about it?" He sounded like they were just having a regular conversation.

"It wasn't necessary." What did it matter whether or not she'd said anything?

Heather's mother had passed away when she was young and she'd never had much money. Perhaps that was why Heather was used to enduring minor illnesses and injuries until they got better on their own. She was also used to bearing everything alone without troubling anyone else.

Tyrone took in her placid expression. She was frowning slightly, perhaps because of the pain, but her eyes were filled with determination. He narrowed his eyes. "Do you need help?"

His tone was cold and distant. Heather was taken aback by his question. She didn't think he would be kind enough to genuinely want to help her. "Thank you, Mr. Elkin, but I'm fine. I can walk on my own."

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything else as he strode toward the elevator. He didn't even pause as he brushed past her.