Kara clenched her jaw in anger. Her hands tightly gripped with hatred. Frank Harper was indeed a Perverted Demon!
"My job is to be a secretary, not a bed slave," she emphasized with teary eyes.
"But you agreed to be my servant. Have you forgotten?"
Kara bowed her head and sighed. Her lips quivered in worry.
‘Providing for my children is my obligation. But, should I surrender myself to this despicable guy to fulfill it? Isn't there any other way to earn money?’
“Stop testing my sanity, Sir. I’m aware that your standards are far above mine. If you slept with me, what would people say and how would your fiancee react? You couldn’t possibly sacrifice your perfect image to teach me a lesson, could you?”
The curve of Frank's lips turned stiff. He didn't know that Kara could be that clever
