Gemma Bessemer's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly turned her head.A rather handsome face came into view, but the disdain and contempt in the other's eyes were unmasked.She wasn't angry; she just faintly curled her lips and retorted lightly, "Just a secretary.""Yet you know so much about your boss's private affairs?"Her voice was devoid of emotion, but to the other person, it carried a hint of mockery.Secretary Tan's face stiffened, and her eyes gradually filled with coldness. Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists.Then, feigning calm, she let out a cold laugh and replied, word by word, "Of course.""After all, I am the president's personal secretary.""What could there be that I don't know?"She deliberately emphasized certain words, adding a subtle, almost imperceptible, hint of ambiguity.Gemma Bessemer listened to these seemingly provocative words, her eyes flickering. Her lips slowly pressed into a straight line.The woman in front of her co
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