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Chapter 7
Biting her lip, Vivian finally left, though the unwillingness in her expression was evident.
Harvey collapsed weakly into his chair, a flood of memories rushing through his mind.
Seven years ago, I stood out among a group of exceptional candidates and was personally selected by Harvey to be his assistant.
Back then, I was nothing more than a rookie–no connections, no background, and not particularly remarkable in appearance..
I didn’t even understand the most basic technical terms in a contract.
Many people in the company spread rumors that I had secured my position through less–than–professional means.
To prove myself worthy of standing by his side, I had no choice but to work tirelessly.
I endured disdainful looks from colleagues as I sought advice from senior employees.
I always carried a notebook to jot down every detail–every task, every preference of his.
After work, I taught myself French, German, and even Esperanto.
I strived to become his go to problem solver.
At business receptions, I could quickly recall each guest’s preferences, effortlessly helping him navigate challenging clients.
No matter when or where, if he needed me, I was always there.
Over time, I became indispensable to him.
I became his trusted companion in both work and life.
Everyone envied Harvey for having a “golden assistant” like me, and he seemed proud of the capable helper by his side.
But everything fell apart that night.
went from being his admired assistant to the scheming woman he accused of seducing her way
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into his life.
All my hard work became, in his eyes, a calculated strategy to get close to him.
The more he had appreciated me before, the more he resented me now. Even our child couldn’t carn
a shred of his affection.
He believed that if the person by his side had been Vivian instead, his life wouldn’t have turned out
this way.
Now, he had his wish. But after everything that happened today, a hint of regret crept into his heart.
Thinking about Vivian’s garish appearance today, which was far removed from the ethereal figure the first love he could never have, Harvey suddenly felt that his feelings for her might have long since changed.
Maybe he didn’t love Vivian as much as he thought he did.
Maybe the one he truly cared about….
He rubbed his temples, trying to dismiss the absurd thought.
Yet his mind involuntarily conjured the image of Lucky. He could choose not to love me, but the
child was innocent….
With that thought, Harvey took out his phone and quickly typed out a message:
“Get ready. I’ll pick you both up tonight.”
Feeling the tone was too curt, he frowned and rephrased it:
“Let’s take Lucky to KFC tonight.”
After reading it over twice, he took a deep breath and hit send.
The rest of the afternoon, the message seemed to disappear into the void. No reply
came.
Harvey picked up his phone repeatedly, only to set it down again, disappointment growing each
time.
Vivian brought over a cup of coffee and placed it on the desk. Her voice was soft as she spoke:
“Harvey…”
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hout even glancing at the blank screen. Harvey didn’t lift his gaze, his tone carrying an irritation ven he didn’t fully notice:
“Leave it and go.”
“And from now on, address me as ‘Mr. Landon‘ in the office. Even though I arranged for you to be here, you should avoid unnecessary speculation.”
Vivian’s eyes welled up with tears, threatening to spill, making her look utterly pitiful.
Harvey finally looked up, frowning slightly, and picked up the internal phone to call the secretary:
“Assistant Oaklynn seems to be struggling on her first day. Assign her to rotate through different gepartments. She can return after her probationary period ends,”
As Vivian was led away, her face was still full of tearful grievance, but it no longer stirred even the faintest emotion in Harvey.
As the end of the workday approached, Harvey still hadn’t received any reply from me.
But this time, he displayed an unusual patience.
Perhaps it was the memory of all those times he left us midway during outings. For once, he made an effort–standing in line at KFC for half an hour to order everything and pack it up neatly.
If Lucky ate it, he’d remember which flavors his son liked…
