Chapter 8

She had not been following the news involving Jackson for the past three years, which explained why she had no idea that Jackson was getting married to his mistress, Fiona. Zachary laughed coldly. “Miller is getting married to the secretary’s beloved daughter. We will have to select our gifts based on how grand the occasion is. Anyhow, we’ll have to give them a magnificent gift!” “What do you think we should give them, President Miller?” “What should we give them? How would I know?” Zachary looked over at Yvonne. “You can be in charge of this. Go and pick out a present.” “I… I don’t know what to do. Perhaps you should arrange for someone else to do this, President Quimby.” There was no way Yvonne wanted to pick out the gifts for that b*stard and b*tch couple. She immediately refused. “Ever heard of something called on-the-job training?” It seemed like Zachary’s favorite pastime was to torment Yvonne. He had disliked her at first glance. She was a twenty-seven-year-old woman who had no fashion sense, no knowledge of makeup, and did not have a boyfriend. If it weren’t for Yosef, he would have rather died than have a woman like her to be his assistant. On her first day of work, he had reminded her that he did not like women who wore glasses and requested that she wear contact lenses to work instead. Yet, the woman had the guts to defy his order and still wear a pair of hideous and old-fashioned black-framed glasses. “Fine. Don’t blame me for putting aside your connections with Yosef and tormenting you if you won’t listen to my instructions.” He was overjoyed when he saw the agony on Yvonne’s face. “You are fully in charge of this. I’m telling you now, Jackson Miller had better be pleased, or I’ll fire you!” “Yes, sir!” Yvonne sighed to herself as she forced herself to accept the task. Zachary had a client meeting in the afternoon, and naturally, he brought Yvonne along with him. They would have drinks and entertain the clients once they had finished discussing business deals. Zachary was well-known for his crude behaviors and could afford to have the club’s best girls in with him. The men in the private booth started to loosen up after a few rounds of drinks. Instinctively, Yvonne would not stay and get in their way. She immediately stood up and said, “President Quimby, I’ll wait for you outside!” “Go on. Remember to not stand too far in case I call for you!” Zachary replied sharply. “I won’t go too far. I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance!” As they watched her walk toward the door with her head down, someone asked Zachary, “Mr. Quimby, why do you hire such an ugly girl as your assistant? Don’t you feel disgusted when you look at her?” “Of course I feel disgusted. I feel that way every time I look at her.” Zachary’s words were truly hurtful. The men in the booth burst into laughter. Yvonne quickened her steps and stood in the corridor outside the booth waiting for Zachary to call for her. A man flanked by a group of people walked toward her. When Yvonne saw those spirited, middle-aged men, she immediately lowered her head and looked down to her toes. Jared Summers had already walked past with everyone in the group, but a small voice in his head told him that something was amiss and urged him to look back. His gaze landed on Yvonne. Although Yvonne was wearing old-fashioned clothing, Jared still managed to recognize her in a single look because she was his daughter. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he spoke to his secretary before striding over to Yvonne. “Yvonne? When did you come back?” Yvonne raised her head and looked coldly at Jared. “Is there anything I can help you with, Secretary Summers?” Despite the apathetic look on his daughter’s face, Jared still looked lovingly at his daughter. “Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you for the past three years. Why didn’t you return your old dad’s calls?” “Dad? My dad had died for years!” Yvonne shot back coldly. “Yvonne!” Jared said in a humble voice. He might be a very powerful secretary in front of others, but he could never bring himself to yell at his daughter. “You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me buy you dinner!” “No thanks! You have your pretty wife and beloved daughter back at home, Secretary Summers. Go spend time with them!” “Yvonne!” Jared reached out and grabbed his daughter’s hand. “Come have dinner with your dad!” “Let go!” Yvonne tried to wrestle her arm out of Jared’s grip, but it was so tight she could not fling his arm off. “Secretary Summers, if you don’t stop this, don’t blame me for what’s going to happen!” “Yvonne!” “Haha, what’s going on here?” A voice interjected suddenly.