Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 48: Public Revenge

"Miss Monica, don't think too highly of yourself. It'd be very embarrassing for you if all your plans ended

up being nothing."

Rose stared at her coldly, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw someone walking from the

elevator. She came up with a plan and instantly put on a smile and said,

"Miss Monica, Mr. Hans is really not in the office. Why don't you come to the secretary's office first and

have a cup of tea?"

"I don't want your tea, I must get in today..." Monica turned around to open the door. She was so angry

she did not notice a tall figure behind her.

"Mr. Hans, this..."

The voice coming from behind made Monica froze all of a sudden, and she stopped opening the door.

Unfortunately, the doorknob turned and the door cracked open.

"Mr. Hans, I told her you weren't in the office, but Miss Monica insisted on going in, I couldn't do

anything about it."

Rose lowered her head with an aggrieved look, but James saw her sly smile out of the corner of his

eyes.

Monica was scared to death. Last time, Hans specifically told her not to go into his office when he was

not there, but Rose didn't tell her that Hans was not here just now.

"Hans, I, I really didn't know, I'm not..."

She didn't know what to explain, she was incoherent and stuttered.

She looked up and Hans's cold eyes scared her out of her wits.

"Did you not hear what I said, or did you not take it seriously?"

His voice was not loud, but it was bone-chilling.

Hans closed the door behind him, leaving Monica outside. There were many people there watching her.

It was the first time that they saw Hans make Monica embarrassed. People were gossiping among

themselves, and Monica heard some of it, which made her resent Rose even more.

She glared at Rose angrily, raised her eyebrows, and said coldly,

"Secretary Rose, helping others is helping yourself. You don't know what's good for you. If anything

happens in the future, don't blame me for not showing you any mercy."

Rose had just put Monica in her place and she was very proud of it. She didn't pay attention to what

Monica was saying. She snorted and blinked, "A barking dog seldom bites."

The implication was that Monica's threatening tone was just a bluff, and she got to call Monica a dog

too.

The desktop in the president's office showed the surveillance video of the secretary's office and the

corridor. Monica walked out embarrassed and Rose's smirk undoubtedly indicated that she

orchestrated this accident.

James said beside Hans,

"Mr. Hans, the way Secretary Rose treats Miss Monica, do you need me to remind her to behave a

little?"

Hans looked away from the desktop and said coldly,

"There's no need for that. It's good to take Monica down a peg or she will show off in the company."

James nodded. There was a strange look on his face but he did not dare to speak up for Monica

anymore.

Rose was in a very good mood after work. She hummed as she went downstairs, she skipped to the

square and hailed for a taxi.

A taxi stopped in front of her. She tilted her head and took a look, faintly seeing a man sitting in the

back seat.

"Hello, I'm not sharing the ride, you..."

Before she finished her words, the back seat window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with

sunglasses.

Rose stared at him for a few seconds, then she covered her mouth and stomped on the ground.

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Jackson waved to her in the car and said meaningfully,

"I wonder if I have the honor to invite you for dinner."

Rose jumped leaped up in front of the taxi. "Yes... yes, you do..."

"Oh my god, my idol is treating me to dinner." Rose thought.

It was rare for Hans to go home early but having dinner with his customers, he cancelled his plans and

left directly, which surprised them. They teased him that he must have a girl at home, that was why he

was in a hurry to go back.

Thinking of how sickly Jennifer looked, he laughed at himself.

"My pet is sick. I'll go back and have a look."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They urged him to drink more alcohol before

letting him go.

When he got home, Nancy was cleaning up the table. Seeing Hans home at this time, she looked

surprised.

"Mr. Hans, have you eaten yet?"

Hans nodded, his slender fingers went past his collar and loosened the tie around his neck. He

unbuttoned the top of his shirt, pulled out the chair next to the table, and sat down. He looked tired.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

Nancy hurriedly brought the plate into the kitchen, only to realize she didn't have hot water. By the time

she came out with hot tea, Hans was no longer there.

She could hear footsteps coming from the second floor. She held the cup and stood there for a while,

without making a sound. Then she continued to clean the table.

In the second-floor master bedroom, the big bed looked awkward amongst the minimalist decor. On the

bed lay a delicate woman, sweet and lovely, with her back to the bedroom door and staring out of the

window.

She was lost in her thoughts that she did not notice that the bedroom door was pushed open and Hans

walked in.

The mattress beside her suddenly sank. She stopped for a moment and was about to turn around, but

he held her by the shoulder.

His familiar scent along with his usual alcohol breath mixed with the cold air around her body, she

shivered. Her whole body went stiff and she instinctively wanted to break free.

"Don't move, I'll let you know the consequence if you move again."

His hoarse voice and the strong alcohol smell made Jennifer dare not resist. She stiffened her back

and leaned on the pillow silently.

Behind her was Hans's heavy breathing. His shoulders felt like a wall, making her unable to move. At

first, she didn't feel sleepy at all. She was on high alert about what he might do. However, his gradually

steady breathing sounded like a lullaby. Her eyelids got heavier and she felt sleepy.

In her dream, she felt like a baby again in her hazy state. Someone embraced her into their arms and

kissed her forehead intimately. Then they carefully swaddled her and gently patted the blanket on her

chest as if to dispel away her bad dreams.

The night grew darker, outside the window was a night sky full of stars, showing just how insignificant

the human beings were. Hans's tall figure stood by the bed, once again pulling up the blanket over

Jennifer who slept restlessly. Then he went to the window and looked up at the sky.

He thought about it many times. If it weren't for the diary, he and Jennifer would probably be

together happily now.

From the sliding door, he went to his side of the master bedroom. He pulled open the safe and took out

an old yellowed notebook. The original patterns could no longer be seen on the mottled cover, only the

brown background remained. The printed vines at the corners of the notebook also looked faded.

Opening the first page. Friday, Gloomy.

Thomas had a dinner party today. I was not feeling well so I took some medicine and slept early. When

I woke up, it was raining outside. I was a little worried about Thomas not bringing his umbrella so I went

downstairs and stood by the window. I thought that when he come back, I could go out to meet him with

my umbrella. The sound of the car was approaching. There was a woman in the car...