Chapter 1: The Cold-Faced Secretary

"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 famous model, and the mistress of her boss,the CEO, or more accurately, the ex-mistress. 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 Elsa, 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 Elsa, 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 Elsa to everyone?"

Hearing that, 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!"

After saying that, she walked away wearing her slender high heels.

Hannah Snow sighed and touched her flushed cheek. If Mr. Smith were to fire her, she would be more than happy!

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?

Her thoughts went back to her freshman year...

As a new student, she was always filled with curiosity and excitement about her new school. And who could blame Hannah Snow, the born curious baby?

Getting into this high school had always been her dream. Elite High School was the dream of all students. It was not easy to be admitted to this prestigious school with a high rate of acceptance into top universities.

In order to get into Elite High School, Hannah Snow had put in her best efforts to study. However, her mischievous parents had casually remarked that "in the end, girls would still get married". This angered her to the point that she wished she could push her parents onto the road and have them hit by a car!

After completing the new student registration process, Hannah Snow eagerly explored the school. She came to an area surrounded by trees and hidden by bushes, creating a quiet and peaceful environment.

Hannah Snow made up her mind to come here and read books every day in the future. If she could meet her first lover here, it would be even better! In her mind, she was fantasized about the scene of a handsome guy and a beautiful girl leaning against each other, creating a breathtaking sight.

Suddenly her thought was interrupted.

"Charles... Oh... You're amazing... I can't take it anymore..."

"Baby, can't take it already? Hmm?"

"Oh... harder..."

"Just love how naughty you are!"

Hannah Snow was shocked. It was unbelievable what's happening now! Hannah Snow was more curious than shy to learn more about what was happening.

Although she had seen such scenes in books before, she had never seen a real-life performance like this! Therefore, Miss Hannah Snow, not feeling embarrassed at all, sat down and observed. She even studied the figures of the male and female students.

Wow! The guy's body was truly amazing! His upper body was well-muscled with the perfect golden ratio - broad shoulders, narrow hips, smooth six-pack abs, and strong, slender legs. He looked like he was in his senior year of high school.

With a head of dazzling golden hair, the boy's robust body pressed against the female student. Their bodies moved in rhythm. Suddenly, he noticed Hannah Snow watching them with an amused expression.

Wow! What a handsome guy!

Setting aside everything else, purely based on looks, this guy was one hundred percent captivating.

Seeing him looking at her, Hannah Snow smiled at him unabashedly, "Carry on, you guys."

The female student, however, heard a voice she shouldn't have heard and got startled. "Ah! Charles! How can there be someone here?"

Charles smirked mischievously, leaned down, and kissed the girl beneath him. He continued without reservation until she screamed because of him. Only then did he release his passion, making sure to use protection.

He leisurely got up and put on his clothes.

He looked at Hannah Snow, who had been watching for quite some time, "Is it so interesting to watch?Huh?"

Hannah Snow stood up with an amazed expression, "Done? So fast?"

Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned around and left the scene, leaving Charles with a twitching face.

What did she just say? So fast? Just like that?

Annoyance glinted in his eyes. Being evaluated by a girl like this was a great humiliation. He remembered her!

A grudge was formed!

After watching the live-action A-rated show, Hannah Snow had completely forgotten about it. It was only when she joined the student council and saw that dazzling golden hair, along with the name tag that read "Student Council President," that her head buzzed.

Her mind went blank, and she saw the male lead from the A-rated movie, looking at her with an expression that said, "You're screwed!"

From that day on, her difficult days began...

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Without looking at the caller ID, Hannah Snow already knew who it was. "Mr. Smith."

On the other end of the line, Charles Smith asked indifferently, "How did it go, little junior? Did you handle it?"

Hannah Snow lightly pressed her tongue against her clearly swollen cheek, "As you wished."

A chuckle came from the phone, "I knew it. There's nothing you can't handle."

Hannah Snow hung up the phone. She knew he did it on purpose, always throwing her in front of those women to clean up his mess. It's as if he had to see her beg for help to be happy, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction!

She had thought that once he graduated from college and left the school, her days of suffering would end. Little did she know, it didn't just end, but continued, all because of Charles the Big jerk's torment.

Now, she had developed a body that was impervious to all poisons, a body that was indestructible against knives and guns.

Taking a deep breath, it was time to go back and endure the "torture."

*******

Hannah Snow stepped into the company and headed straight to the restroom to touch up her makeup. After layering on a few coats of powder, she managed to conceal the red marks on her face. She tidied up her appearance and resumed the image of the versatile secretary.

As soon as she entered the secretary's office, she was met with a gloomy atmosphere.

"Hannah, it's great to have you back!"

Hannah Snow looked at the approaching Stephani, who had been carefully guided by her ever since she joined the company. There was no specific reason, other than the fact that she reminded her of her own inexperienced self when she first entered the workforce. She possessed a purity and vigor that other employees lacked.

The media and entertainment company was too complicated, and the competition between people was fierce, both openly and secretly.

Stephani had been in this company for a year, but she managed to remain untainted in this big melting pot, making her appear exceptionally precious.

"What's wrong?" Hannah Snow took her seat and turned on the computer.

Stephani had a troubled look on her face. "The press conference for the new drama is about to begin, but the CEO called the female lead, Hilary, into his office. None of us dares to disturb them..."

Hannah furrowed her brow, her eyes still fixed on the words on her computer screen. With nimble fingers on the keyboard, she asked, "How long has she been there?"

Blushing, Stephani checked her watch. "It was about an hour.."

Everyone in the CEO's secretary's office knew what happens when Charles Smith brings a woman into his office and closes the door. You could say he was just playing around with women, and if he wanted to bring them to his office, then so be it. But he had the habit of bringing in people with important tasks for the day, which made the secretaries anxious. They not only had to worry about their own jobs but also had to endure calls from the furious big shot producer. Yet, no one dared to risk their life by entering and disturbing the passionate CEO, except for Hannah Snow.

Because Hannah Snow had the support of the CEO's mother, Mrs. Smith, she became the designated person for any task that required interrupting the CEO.

Hannah stood up. Only 15 minutes have passed since she last performed a similar task!

Facing the admiring gazes of her fellow secretaries, Hannah Snow walked to the office door and knocked three times symbolically. Anyway, she knew the man and woman inside would be too busy to come and open the door, so she just pushed it open and went in.

Without any surprise, she saw two naked figures engaged in passionate combat on the spacious office desk. The bright blonde hair was buried in the woman's body, and they were both breathlessly enjoying themselves.

The man looked up at her, but his movements didn't stop; instead, they intensified, leaving the woman no time to divert her attention.

With his vigorous movements, the woman's moans grew louder, audible even to the secretaries waiting outside the door, who were by now accustomed to such scenes.

Hannah looked at him coolly and spoke, "Mr. Smith, the press conference will start in ten minutes. Please finish up quickly."

His beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, annoyed by Hannah Snow's calm demeanor. He vigorously thrust again into the woman beneath him and said, "Ten minutes won't be enough. I haven't broken my record of six consecutive hours yet!"

His voice was steady and didn't sound like that of a person engaged in vigorous activity. Not even a hint of breathlessness. Hannah cocked an eyebrow, "Alright then, I'll just invite the journalists up here and turn it into a six-hour live press conference!"

Saying that, she nonchalantly turned and left, "accidentally" forgetting to close the door.

Gritting his teeth as he watched the tall figure in the black suit, Charles Smith angrily gave one final powerful thrust, releasing his fiery seed, not the least bit attached to the exquisite body beneath him. Damn Hannah Snow! She had been devouring him since high school!

After tidying her clothes and hastily leaving the office, Hilary gave Hannah an angry glance as she passed by.

Breaking a record? Don't be delusional! Hannah shrugged.

Feeling quite pleased, she sat at her computer and said coldly, "36D, 22, 34."

The secretaries immediately wrote it down furiously and called to inform others about the CEO's preferred body shape data.

"Hannah, come in!"

From inside the office, Charles Smith's enraged voice resounded. Rolling her eyes, Hannah Snow helplessly walked in with her high heels, feeling the lingering aura of love and passion in the room.