Alarm bells were going off in Camille's mind, but she flashed a smile and asked, "And who might this be?"
"I'm his secretary," Hera replied casually.
"What's your last name? You look young, like a 17 or 18-year-old teenager," Camille probed further.
"You don't have to know." Hera felt irritated as she glanced at their hands. Was this just a handshake or were they holding hands?
Taken aback by Hera's response, Camille remained silent.
Bernard was caught off guard by Hera's proactive disclosure of her identity, though her tone carried a hint of displeasure. Was she jealous? He smirked and deliberately prolonged the handshake.
"Mr. Killian, you've got quite an interesting secretary," Camille remarked with a faint smile. She attempted to withdraw her hand, but Bernard's grip lingered.
The faint smile on Bernard's lips sparked excitement in Camille's heart. Was Bernard into her too?
Seizing the moment, Camille linked arms with Bernard and led him into the private room.
Bernard shot a disdainful look at their hands but refrained from shaking Camille off rudely. Instead, he glanced at Hera, who was following behind.
Hera's expression was unreadable.
Unbeknownst to him, Hera was feeling irritated. But at the same time, she was unwilling to leave them alone in the room.
She followed them into the private room, where she saw a long table set with flowers, wine, and candlelight, with a chair on each side. Was this for medical consultation or romantic matchmaking?
Hera's frustration grew. Spotting a lounge area, she pulled out a chair and seated herself at the table's center.
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