Chapter 3
Just as I returned to the office, Anund walked in through the door. He embraced me from behind, trying to be conciliatory,
“Alright, honey, it’s just a necklace. I didn’t know it was the one you reserved. It’s all my fault. Don’t be mad at a young girl like Lynn.”
I pushed Anund away in disgust and turned to face him, my eyes cold as they met his.
“I don’t care about a cheap necklace, Anund. Tell me the truth–are you sleeping with her?”
Anund froze for a moment, then immediately raised his hand in a dramatic gesture, his face full of sincerity.
“I swear, if I’ve done anything to betray you behind your back, I’ll die a miserable death!”
I narrowed my eyes, staring at his still–handsome face, and sighed.
“You’d better be telling the truth. But this is the last time. Don’t let it happen again.”
Anund’s position as vice president at Ni’s Group, his black card, our family’s villa, the countless luxury cars and designer goods, everything he had–he owed it to me.
But honestly, despite having no real work skills, he did take care of me well in recent years.
Every morning, he’d thoughtfully prepare breakfast for me and pick out my outfit for the
day.
At night, he’d run my bath and give me a massage, serving as a considerate and competent
driver.
In terms of daily life, he pampered me, playing the part of the devoted “kept man” perfectly.
But ever since he secretly hired Lynn Taylor, a fresh college graduate, as his secretary a month ago, everything had changed.
He suddenly became more eager at work, actively seeking business deals and running around for cooperation.
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At first, I thought he was finally growing up, not wanting to just be a kept man anymore:
But then I noticed his big expenses every time he went out or worked late, and the strong scent of perfume when he came home.
I started to suspect something was off. Yet, every time, he found a perfect excuse to cover it up, so I didn’t press the matter.
Even though he’d just sworn to me, I wasn’t naive. My gut told me his relationship with
yhn Taylor wasn’t as simple as he made it seem.
After work, Anund did his usual thing–he opened the passenger door for me.
I sat down and casually opened the glove compartment to grab a bottle of water, but instead, I found several tissues stained with lipstick marks.
A surge of anger rushed through me, and I looked over at Anund, who was busy hailing a
cab. I grabbed the tissues and threw them right at his face.
“If I ever find some slut touching my car again, I’ll break her legs!”
Anund’s face turned pale instantly, and he was about to explain when his phone rang. He quickly got out of the car to take the call.
Sitting in the car, I could see his angry expression as he answered.
“Lynn, you idiot! Didn’t I tell you to put everything back in order when you got out of the car? How could you forget?”
“What? You’re at the Maple Leaf Bar, drinking? You’re really making things difficult for me.
Wait there, I’m coming to pick you up!”
When he got back into the car, Anund had quickly adjusted his demeanor. He glanced at me cautiously and said,
“Honey, Lynn’s been having a hard time with her colleagues after today’s incident. She’s really upset, so she went out drinking at a bar. I have to go pick her up…”
“She’s still my subordinate, and I can’t just ignore it. You should take a cab home first, okay?”
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Chapter 3
Anund looked at me with pleading eyes, but I didn’t respond. He didn’t dare get out of the
car.
I gave a cold laugh and spoke icily.
“Does she have no family left? Is she waiting for you, the vice president, to come pick her
up?”
“She skipped work to drink, and now she’s asking you to pick her up? What are you, her
her?”
Anund’s face alternated between pale and flushed, and he fell silent.
When we first got together, he swore that no other woman would ever be in his eyes. He wouldn’t even look at a fly, let alone another woman.
But now? Not only was he fooling around behind my back with Lynn Taylor, he was spending millions on her and buying her necklaces.
Now, I’ve caught him using my car to pick her up, and he actually thought I wouldn’t know?
I might be soft–hearted, but I’m not stupid. I know exactly what’s going on.
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