Over the past few years, I moved homes many times, but I could never bring myself to part with my cat. Marshie was one of the few reasons I held on in this world.

I held Marshie close as she gently licked my swollen forehead and tears streamed down my face.

Just then, a notification from Valerie on WeTalkApp had popped up:

"You have one more month. If there's no progress, I want all the money back!"

No! I couldn't live without money, not right now. Aunt Bella's ICU medical bills were too expensive.

I had to find Michael's mysterious lover.

My phone rang—it was Michael.

"Mr. Shaw, you called," I said, keeping my voice steady.

"Landon Mackinzie from Mackinzie Industries is coming this afternoon. Prepare the meeting materials."

"Yes, sir."

I reluctantly agreed. If I couldn't unearth any leads, I'd have to go along with the gossip.

After all, no woman could escape jealousy.

I slipped into a figure-hugging skirt and arrived at the meeting venue, steeling myself as I adjusted my collar and passed the documents to Michael. But he didn't spare me a glance, not even a single glance.

Instead, it was Mr. Mackinzie who sat beside Michael who groped my buttocks under the table.

I jerked away as if struck by electricity, shooting him a fierce glare. He smirked back, his expression wicked and rubbed his chin suggestively.

Michael clearly saw it all but remained eerily silent.

"Mr. Shaw, your secretary looks really stunning," Landon's oily voice interjected.

"Go and join Mr. Mackinzie for dinner tonight," Michael's words made me grit my teeth, but I held my tongue.

Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, "Partnership with Mackinzie Industries is crucial. Play along at dinner and I'll give you the answers you seek."

“Yes, sir！”

The dinner hadn't even started yet when Michael sent over a dress for me—a stunning burgundy gown.

I got dressed, fixed my hair and makeup and arrived early at the private dining room to arrange the dishes and drinks.

Sure enough, the moment Landon walked in, he pulled me to sit next to him.

His lecherous eyes lingered on me. "Ms. White, you're quite charming! Are you married? Your husband must be a lucky man!"

As he placed his hand on my shoulder, a foul stench assaulted my nose.

Michael, sitting nearby, sipped his wine, showing no intention of helping me.

When Landon's hand started moving up my leg, I couldn't suppress the wave of nausea any longer and excused myself to the restroom.

When I returned, Landon was already a drunken mess.

By the end of the dinner, Landon still hadn’t agreed to sign the cooperation deal.

He and Michael, arms draped around each other, staggered out of the restaurant. I bundled both of them into the back seat of the car.

Just as I was about to get into the passenger seat, Michael suddenly spoke in a surprisingly clear voice, "Get out and wait outside."

Obediently, I closed the door and stood with the driver outside the car.

Almost immediately after we stepped out, Landon's wails filled the air and the car began to shake violently.

A few minutes later, Landon was tossed out, his body covered in bruises, his left arm clearly broken and hanging limply.

Before I could react, Michael grabbed him by the neck and whispered something in his ear. Landon nodded frantically, but for some reason, he couldn't utter a single word.

The driver handed over the contract and Landon, trembling, signed it.

"Get in the car," Michael ordered me.

Ignoring the battered Landon, the driver sped off.

We drove in silence until we stopped in front of a hotel.

"Get out," Michael commanded.

I looked at him, terrified, not knowing what he actually intended.

Seeing my fearful expression, the scowling Michael suddenly laughed. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you. Nothing happened last night."

"Didn't I promise to tell you what you want to know? Only I can protect you, but I can also destroy you."

He leaned in closer. "Did you see what happens to those who disobey and mess with me? They end up like Landon. So... be good."

A chill ran through me. Michael, I really couldn't figure him out.

Once inside the presidential suite, he led me to the sofa and handed me a cup of hot tea.

He casually flipped on the TV and immediately, indecent sounds of men and women filled the room.

I frowned, silently cursing. What the hell was this?

Unable to resist, I glanced up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a familiar face on the screen.

On screen, Valerie was deeply engrossed with a man, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace.

I stood there, momentarily stunned.

"This is a live feed from the next room," Michael shattered the silence. "Did you know about this?"

I didn't respond.

"It's been happening for quite some time," he added.

Michael then revealed to me that the man in the live deed was a CEO of a small company.

Recently, the company had been financially strained and urgently needed financing. Valerie, however, didn't have enough money and was considering divorce to claim half of Michael's assets.

But if she had been caught cheating, she might not have gotten as much. That was the reason she hired me to find evidence of Michael's infidelity, preparing to turn the tables.

"If she couldn't find evidence of my affair, she would have made you take the fall. Last time, she had already taken photos of us together and there were rumors. This way, she would have had evidence and a reason not to pay you the remaining amount."

Michael solemnly explained to me.

"When did you find out about my real identity?" I asked, feeling somewhat guilty. "...Why didn't you expose her... and me?"

"I know everything about you, your past and your future," he replied softly, a tone that unnerved me despite its gentleness.

"A business alliance, an embarrassing divorce—it's not good for either of us, especially since... I don't love her."

"Whom do you love then?"

Michael chuckled softly, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "That's my secret."

His warm breath caressed my neck, prompting an instinctive reflex as I involuntarily recoiled.

The live broadcast on TV continued while I snapped a few photos.

After turning off the TV, I quickly sent the photos to Valerie with a note:

"Sorry, Ms. Wade, I quit. Please transfer the final payment to me within five days."

As I stood up to leave, Michael was quick to grab my arm and pull me into his embrace.

I struggled in vain as he held me tightly. "I'll pay double, just work for me," he pleaded.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.