My Boss My Secret Husband

It was quite late after a social dinner.

The cigarette held by Samuel Fisher's fingers flickered with orange sparks, and his bright eyes glanced at the faces of people sitting around the table, which looked somewhat ugly in the smoke.

Usually, he would have been willing to cater to these people, but today he was not in the mood.

He crushed out the stub in the ashtray, stood up, and walked out of the room.

Jude Cole secretively stretched his head out of the door and noticed that Samuel was walking towards the restroom. He hurried to the young girl who was standing in the corridor and said, "Angela, Young Master Fisher has gone to the gents' room. You go and wait for him outside. If you can make him invest in my company and help me pass through the current difficulty, my business will then be able to resurrect."

Angela, sweet-tempered though, was now trembling with anger and replied in a cold voice, "Dad, if you want me to serve that man tonight, you have to get ready to pick up his body tomorrow!"

All of a sudden, Jude flew into a rage and slapped Angela in her face.

"Since your mother cuckolded me, eloped with that bastard, and left you behind, I have been raising you on my own for so many years. Now it's time for you to repay me. If not, I will ask people to tear down Sunshine Orphanage!"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Angela clenched her fists tightly and said, "Fine...I will do that to repay your rearing of all these years, but I have to remind you that if anything happens to the orphanage, you'd better prepare yourself a coffin and wait for me to collect your body!"

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After washing his hands, Samuel walked out of the restroom, and a teenage girl stopped him in the way.

With his brows furrowed, the man lowered his eyes to look at the lady whose complexion was porcelain-white and stunning.

Under the man's gaze, Angela nervously bit her bottom lip. Samuel moved his eyes upon her mouth and kept staring at it unblinkingly.

Angela was hesitating about how to open her mouth when someone coming out of the gents' bumped into her by accident and made her throw herself forward.

"Ouch!"

Samuel stood still, not making a move to help her.

The woman who fell into the man's arms pressed against his chest and apologized, "Sorry...I am sorry."

Her voice was pleasant to hear. Samuel could not help but shoot several more glances at her delicate, smooth face.

Angela looked up at Samuel quietly, who was giving off an extraordinary vibe, and thought, "So, is he the man I am going to serve for the next week?"