"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. H
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