[A Machiavellian Tycoon Cloaked in Celibacy vs. A Secretary Whose Veiled Past Holds Cosmic Secrets] A calculated car crash—parental ashes scattered like broken constellations. Sheltered in her crush’s mansion, Eleanor Voss endured contempt thicker than arsenic-laced honey. Post-graduation, armed with petty vengeance, she infiltrated Bowen Empire, becoming shadow to Metropolis’ most untouchable titan… That fateful night, her choked pleas dissolved into silk sheets. The tycoon’s resolve? Diamond-hard. “Twenty grand. Contraceptives or abortion—your call…” Now, tracing bruises blooming like dark nebulae across her chest, Eleanor meets his gaze: “Sir... does this qualify as workplace hazard…”