Joanne froze, momentarily lost in thought.
Quickly, she regained her composure, a sour feeling spreading in her chest.
What was she, some cheap person? Why did he think she would be willing to be his mistress?
As for Zane’s rare attempt to keep her, Joanne didn’t take it too seriously.
She knew he didn’t really like her that much. Most likely, he simply couldn’t bear to lose such a considerate secretary.
She had long figured out his preferences, just like a worm inside his stomach.
After she left, he might not find anyone else who was just as suited to the job.
Joanne quickly regained her composure. Why was she worrying so much? It had nothing to do with her.
All she needed to do was gather the compensation money and leave.
From then on, bridges would be bridges, and road
