Kara's jaw throbbed angrily. Her hands were clenched into hatred. Frank Harper was indeed a Perverted Demon! "My job is a secretary, not a bed slave," she emphasized with teary eyes. "But you already agreed to be my servant. Did you forget?" Kara looked down and sighed. Her lips quivered in worry. âTaking care of my children is my obligation. But, should I surrender myself to this bad guy to fulfill it? Isn't there another way to earn money?â âStop testing me, Sir. I realize that your standards are far above mine. If you slept with me, what would people say and how would your fiancee react? You couldnât possibly sacrifice your perfect image to teach me a lesson, right?â The curve of Frank's lips turned stiff. He didn't know that Kara could be that clever in finding a way out. "You don't mind having your salary cut?" âIf I were willing to serve you tonight, would you do it? Are you ready to tarnish your perfect life?â Frank swallowed hard. His expression was tense. In his entir
Instead of wavering, Kara returned the sharp gaze. âYou don't know anything about other's lives either, Sir. But you always judge. You never forgive their mistakes and always think they are no better than you.â âThen are you better than me?â Kara tried to shake her head, but her movements were limited. Her expression became colder and stiffer. "No. I never compare myself with anyone. What is important to me is to live life as best as possible. I don't care what other people think about me because the truth is only in my mind." "Bullshit! You even got angry when I called you a slut.â âThat's because I can't stand your arbitrary attitude. Just because you are a great CEO, you feel free to bully your employees. Donât you realize? No one really likes you, Sir. They only care about money and the benefits they can gain from your power.â Silence hung in the air. Kara looked at Frank with hatred, while Frank looked at Kara with anger. Both of their eyes were filled with tears, coated wi
âThe bartender was assigned to put drugs into two glasses of drink. One is a sleeping drug, while the other is a stimulant." Frank's heart suddenly raced. He remembered that the girl he had slept with was lying in submission, just like someone who had been given sleeping pills, while he had turned into a vicious monster who had forgotten everything. He only cared about his libido which went crazy that night. âIf the girl took sleeping pills, is she also a victim? That girl who resembles Kara or maybe ... Kara Martin herself?â âWho paid him to frame me?â Frank asked with wide eyes. He subconsciously held his breath as he waited for an answer. âYour guess is wrong, Sir. Nobody meant to frame you. Both drugs are intended for other people.â Frank flinched. His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. Confusion clogged his brain and throat. âThe sleeping drug was given to a girl, while the stimulant was for her co-worker. However, the plan did not go smoothly. Her co-worker didn't
"Wow, Mommy is home!" Kara gasped. She quickly wiped her tears and turned towards the door. "Hello, Little Bee. Mommy didn't know youâre home." With joyful laughter, Louis and Emily hugged their mother. "What did Mommy think? Mommy shouldâve heard us coming home." "If it's a criminal who came in, what will happen? Mommy could be in danger!" Kara cupped her children's cheek. Her head shook slightly. "Aren't we good people? Remember, good people are always protected by ...." "God!" the twins answered in unison. Their eyes sparkled brightly. "But there's no harm in being careful, Mommy. Next time, you don't daydream again, okay?" Emily stroked her mother's hair. Getting that much attention, Kara's smile broke into laughter. She nodded and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek. "Emily, I don't think Mommy was daydreaming. Mommy was suffering from pain!" Louis pointed at the compress on the floor. "Do you have a fever, Mommy?" Looking at Louisâ furrowed brows, Kara immediately shook
"Unfortunately, other children can also tell stories. Isn't there something more special that you can show?" Rowan Harper raised an eyebrow. "Louis is good at counting." "No, you're the smarter one, Emily." Before the twins argued, Rowan tested them with simple mathematical operations. Amazingly, the twins always answered quickly and precisely. Then, he tested their numeracy skills with more complicated cases. Again, the questions given seemed easy for them. "Last question. One of our subsidiaries plans to add computers. The research department needs 8, IT needs 5, marketing needs 3, and administration needs 2. But, the available budget is only enough to buy 16 high-end computers of the same type. What should we do?" Louis and Emily looked at each other. They didn't expect to encounter such a problem. "The total required is 18." "That's right, 2 units more than budgeted." Rowan Harper secretly smiled proudly. Such a small kids could already discuss things beyond their age? Tru
"Not really. I've only met Emily once. She accidentally .âŚâ Frank stopped talking. He couldn't admit that he had been hit by a toddler. Rowan would definitely fire all the guards and replace them with a more "competent" team. âShe accidentally saw me and whined for a hug. She seems to really admire me.â Frank shrugged as if it was no big deal to him. Rowan pressed his lips with his chin. After a faint nod, he muttered, "I gave them scholarships and plan to invite them as special guests at the inauguration ceremony. Their courage and determination are worthy of being passed on to other children." "Yes, I agree," Frank nodded slightly. "Do you like those kids?" Frank was pensive. Since his parents died, no one cared about his preferences for things. The grandfather didn't even know what his favorite color or food was. But now, the grandfather asked that? "I don't like children. They are noisy and spoiled. Too much trouble." "But you need at least one son to continue the company, t
Kara had been sitting in front of the laptop for several hours, collecting job vacancy information. However, none of them matched her qualifications. Her status as a single parent of two children was clearly not an advantage, let alone the bad note that Finnic deliberately left on her resume. âShould I contact Ben Wilson? I can volunteer to be a waiter at his restaurant. Maybe, he would accept me for the sake of the twins.â After a blink, Kara looked for Ben's business card in her bag. But then, she remembered. She tucked the card in a notebook on her desk. "Should I go get it? My things are still there too." Kara crossed her arms and tapped her elbow with her pen. As far as she remembered, Frank had a schedule outside the office. âOkay. I just need to do it before Frank gets back to the office.â She rushed over. Arriving on the 10th floor of the Savior Group Building, Kara let out a sigh of relief. There were no guards there. Thinking that Frank wasn't there either, she walked
"Wait. You haven't explained why you helped me? I know you hate me. Why don't you just let me die?â Frank inquired in a small voice. Kara was silent for a moment. The, little by little, her lips curved sadly. âI was once abandoned when I fell into a very deep abyss. No one wanted to give me a rope. I was forced to endure darkness and fear alone, until I finally crawled out of there myself.â Frank swallowed hard. His throat suddenly became dry and his chest became tight. It was as if he could see Kara's wounds through those dim eyes. Occasionally, he felt that there was hatred in it. "Therefore, please don't accuse me of all kinds of things. I will not ask for payment. I just don't want anyone else to feel the same misery. It is very painful." Averting her gaze, Kara hugged herself. She was afraid that her voice would become hoarse if she said more. âNow excuse me. I have other business." "Wait!" Kara's steps stopped again. However, she didn't turn around. She worried that Fran