Boss's Sweet Secretary

John's car stopped in front of Rose's house. Jennifer hurriedly helped Rose out of the car. Rose was slumping over her, she had to exert all her strength to hold Rose firmly. "If you don't mind, I'll do it."

John got out of the car from the passenger seat. He was half a head taller than Jennifer. He was politely asking Jennifer for her opinion.

"No, I'll send her up. It's getting late, I'm staying here. John, you can go back first."

"I'll help you send Secretary Rose upstairs."

"It's fine. I'll just ask the security guard for help..."

"Secretary Jennifer, you don't have to be so polite..."

As he spoke, John grabbed one of Rose's arms and put it on his shoulder. He held her waist with his other hand and steadied her.

"Let go of her." Seeing his wandering hand, Jennifer immediately frowned and her voice grew cold.

"John, I said I don't need help."

John was slightly stunned, and there was a little embarrassment on his delicate face. He put down Rose, leaned her against the door, and pushed his glasses with his hand. "Secretary Jennifer, do you have any misunderstanding about me? I have a good relationship with Rose. I am not the kind of person who takes advantage of others."

"If you want to woo Rose, you can do it openly, you shouldn't use such dirty means."

"Dirty means?"

"We all worked in the same company. I don't have to say it out loud."

When he was holding Rose just now, his hands were wandering all over her body. Rose was so drunk that she didn't feel anything at all. "Dirty?"

It sounded like a joke to John. "Secretary Jennifer, you disgust me."

Jennifer's face changed. She didn't understand what he meant.

"Everyone in the company knows the relationship between Rose and Mr. Hans. The secretaries are not some innocent ladies. Why are you pretending to be naive in front of me? Do you want me to make it clear? I know that you two are fooling around with Mr. Hans."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't forget your place."

"I'm talking nonsense? Other people might not know it, but do you think I don't know? Why does Mr. Hans arrange the two of you to stay by his side, especially Rose? She doesn't do anything all day, she is jus there to look pretty. She accompanies him and sleeps with him. You are with her, and you must have followed what she did..."

"Smack..." There was a loud slap reverberating in the air.

Jennifer's hands trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth and looked coldly at the man in front of her.

"B*stard, Rose is innocent, who are you to insult her like this..."

"How dare you hit me?" John covered his face with his hand and looked at Jennifer in disbelief. "I think you want to do this the hard way... You said she's innocent, does that mean you are the one having an affair with the boss?"

Jennifer staggered backwards. "Don't come any closer. There are security guards in this community."

When John heard this, he paused slightly. But then he remembered that no one came out after they had argued for so long, he sneered. "Is that so? Apart from the designated driver who only wants to make money and your drunk, indecent best friend, is there anyone else here?"

There was a burst of pain on her wrist. She screamed as John dragged her.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in Rose at all. I just wanted to build some relationship with you today, but you look down on me. So don't blame me for being rude."

The strong smell of alcohol on his body made Jennifer feel suffocated. She stepped back desperately but she tripped on Rose who was not making the situation better at all. She staggered and fell directly into John's arms.

"You throw yourself into my arms... Secretary Jennifer, you are not some innocent lady after all!"

"Let go of her..." The cold voice was like a lightning, illuminating the deserted residential building.

Jennifer's whole body stiffened. The man who was dragging her just a moment ago was now so scared that he could not speak coherently.

"Mr. Hans, what... what are you doing here?"

John only thought that Hans was looking for Rose. His face was pale and he quickly let go of her. "I just saw that Secretary Rose was drunk and I sent her back. I absolutely have no improper thoughts about her."

"Then what were you doing just now?"

Hans's face darkened, and his expression looked eerie in the dark night.

"I had a dispute with Secretary Jennifer... No... I was just joking..."

"Really? Why did I think you weren't joking? Secretary Jennifer, do you think it was fun?" Hans's eyes fell on Jennifer.

She was stunned and staggered to her feet while holding on to the car. For a moment, she could not think properly. "It was not fun..."

Hans walked towards them. "Oh? So Secretary Jennifer didn't think it was fun but John thinks it was fun. Is that what started the dispute?"

Seeing that Hans was making a joke, John felt a little relieved and said boldly,

"Mr. Hans, this is my personal matter. You can bring Secretary Rose back. As for the matter between me and Secretary Jennifer, we can settle it ourselves..." A scream broke the silence of the night.

John lay on the grass, covered his eye in pain, and looked back in disbelief. The great pain almost swallowed him. He stumbled for a long time but could not say a word. Hans glanced at Jennifer and raised his hand. Jennifer understood and quickly took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him as if trained.

He slowly wiped his hands and approached the flower bed.

John shuddered and instinctively backed away. "Mr. Hans, we can talk this out..."

"Hans... let's forget it..." Jennifer couldn't help but speak up behind him.

Hans fought rough, she had seen him go to the underground boxing club for matches. He wouldn't stop until he drew the opponent's blood.

Hans frowned slightly, glanced at Jennifer, and then looked at John, who was a shivering mess. His gaze was as sharp as blades.

"If you dare to tell anyone what happened today, I can guarantee that no company will ever hire you again. Do you understand me?" "Yes... Mr. Hans... yes, I understand you. Please just let me go..."

Hans wiped his hands clean and threw the expensive handkerchief onto John's chest like a rag. He said coldly, "Get lost..."

Seeing John practically crawled into his car, Jennifer slowly let out a breath and moved her painful wrist.

"You feel very lucky, don't you?"

Hans turned around and said in a cold tone and a cold facial expression.

She shuddered and clenched her fists.

"How dare you ask a man to send you home at such a late hour, especially with a drunk person with you? Jennifer, do you think your life is too boring? What's going on in your mind?" He was not as malicious as she had expected. Instead, his chastising made her feel inexplicably warm.

It was as if he was that gentle Hans like before.