Margaux had no idea why she was so desperate to turn off the now-noisy alarm clock on her bedside table.

She couldn't remember if she'd set the alarm or not, and it was only half past five o'clock in the morning.

Margaux squinted, reached for the bedside table, rang the alarm clock, and threw it somewhere.

"Aww, that was my morning coffee," she blurred, stMargauxartled by the voice that made her look down at her feet.

Then Margaux noticed her father. One of its brows is slightly raised and holding the.... What about an alarm clock?

If so,

Margaux turned over the item she had thrown away earlier and was even more surprised to find her father's favorite cup of coffee she had thrown against the now cracked wall.

She bit her lower lip and returned her attention to her father.

"What time did you get home last night?" her father inquired, and Margaux could tell by her father's tone that he was irritated.

Then she got out of bed and leaned back on the headrest, still wrapped in a blanket.

"Dad, this is not the day you will give me a speech; I told you, didn't I, that I have a job—"

"And what's your job then? For Pete's sake, Margaux, you're an oldie, but I still don't know what you do at night." Margaux closed her eyes due to the volume of her father's voice.

If she didn't stop it, their next-door neighbor would be horrified and is waken up as well.

When Margaux's father discovers that she has left the house late at night, he will always give her this responses.

"Don't repeat your college antics, Margaux; you're no longer a child, Declan has a life of his own—"

"Alright, daddy, stop!" She became agitated when she heard the man's name from her father.

When her father met her gaze, he smiled.

"Two years had past and you still remember what that kid did," her father said, making her even angrier.

Who wouldn't be irritated? Declan Heisenberg turned down her marriage proposal because her parents' business was failing that time. And the only thing to save their company is to be married by Declan Heisenberg.

She wasn't used to being rejected, or embarrassment, or the shape of that man's tongue.

Margaux was still in college at the time, and she recalls the antics to this day.

And he irritated her even more, and her proposal for the young man was grand, but stupid. Margaux was humiliated even further.

She even remembered what Declan had said to her.

"I will never like you; I only want to play with women's hearts."

"Are you ready to join my collection of girls?"

And that statement makes her feel extremely offended.

She is beautiful, with a curvy body, but what that man said is the reason she hasn't forgiven him.

Margaux isn't used to being humiliated or ignored, and she may be a fool if she dreams of murdering Declan Heisenberg when she falls asleep.

"Oh, where are you going again?" his father asked abruptly as he stood up.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, dad!" Margux replied, but she received a twinkle in her father's eyes as a result.

"What you're saying is that you're going to do your job again—"

"I'm not, alright!" Because her racket had ended the night before. When she arrived home, she even smiled triumphantly.

"What's up with that smile? Margaux, if I find out you really did something wrong, I don't know what I can do to help you—"

"Dad, I told you, alright! There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing; in fact, we can both benefit from it," Margaux said, her father frowning.

"What do you mean?" She just gave her father a wide smile before speaking again.

"You will see daddy, you will see," her father said, letting out a loud sigh.

"If something bad happens to you, Margaux, I'm not sure what to do; you're the only memory your mother left me when she died, so please—"

"Daddy, are we going to do dramatic again?" Margaux hugged her father, knowing that tears would well up in his eyes at any moment.

She felt guilty all of a sudden.

"Nothing bad will happen to me, I assure you, and I believe your daughter is strong," Margaux reassured her father, who eventually hugged her.

Her father then bid her farewell before departing for their company in Batangas.

Margaux, on the other hand, found herself following the quiet path to her married friend's house.

Everly. This is also the person in whom she can place her hopes for the future.

And then she heard a car speeding up behind her. And if her calculation is correct, the outcome will be favorable to her.

Her pupils dilated with fear and trepidation. Margaux signed the cross because she has nothing to lose.

She placed her hands on her chest and prayed that she would not be tortured again if she died.

And that she will go straight to heaven rather than hell because her lovely body will suffer there.

Margaux closed her eyes as the car approached, biting her lip and bracing herself for a collision with the car's hood.

Suddenly, Margaux heard a violent braking and the cursing of a man who slammed the door of his car shut.

"Fuck, woman! Do you want to commit suicide?"

Margaux opened her eyes but couldn't see its face because his car's signal light was focused on her.

Then she heard him exhale.

"M-Margaux Anson?" Margaux asked, frowning. Did he know who she was?

Her beauty is literally very popular with a wide range of audiences because she is very beautiful.

Marguax just stood in the middle, but even after she lost sight of the glare from his car, she had trouble recognizing it.

Then, all of a sudden, Declan Heisenberg appeared in front of her. Her hands were clenched, and it was dark just looking at her.

Margaux suddenly remembered the past, a past that had remained fresh in her mind since that incident.

"Well, do you want to kill yourself?" It was aroused by her silence, and Margaux's rage was boiling over when it began walking towards her.

With his hands in his pockets, he was able to soften his authoritative demeanor.

But it didn't bother her.

Declan suddenly grabbed her arm, but she just held out his hands.

"Don't even think about touching me, Declan!"

"Oh, I'm sorry; I just think you need to be touched—"

"Fuck you, get the hell out of my sight!" It appeared on the stand as if someone had already planned what Margaux had said.

"Y-you, were you that woman at Muchàs Gràcias last night—"

"There you are!" But before she could take a step back, Declan quickly turned his body, trapping her in the young man's chest.

Then she heard his rapid heartbeat, only to discover that she had done the same.

"What are you talking about, D-Declan?"

"I see, she's not you; that woman still smells better than you," he said as he let her go.

He stepped back and just stared at her, his hands still in his pockets.

Then it smiled. Declan's smile alerted Margaux to the fact that he was about to launch another insult.

"You have the perfect body shape—" he looked down at her from head to toe. "—But you're still the same Margaux Anson I met a few years ago." It once winked at Margaux and turned away from her.

"You witch!" Before she could punch it in the back, the young man turned to face her, holding it in her raised right hand.

Margaux stumbled, only to realize Declan was holding her waist as a support so she wouldn't fall to the floor.

Then Declan spoke up.

"You're still not changing; you're still Margaux Anson chasing after my handsomeness."

"Fuck you, Declan!" Margaux yelled, violently withdrawing the hand he was holding, and she could hear its deafening laughter.

Margaux appears to be a fool who wants to be at the front, but Declan makes fun of her.

"It's good to see you again, Margaux. See you around," he said as he turned his back and slid himself into the car.

Margaux was enraged when Declan blew his horn, and she moved away from the pedestrian lane so that it would not run over her.

When the young man took his place, Declan immediately lowered the window car and caught his eyes focused solely on her bulging chest down to....

"Pervert!" she yelled angrily, her rage at the young man growing.

Declan, on the other hand, simply laughed.

"That's why I never fantasize about you, Margaux; yes, you're sexy, but that doesn't change the fact that you're a baby.... for me!" With that, he quickly pulled over the car and left her unable to print her face, and she felt annoyed with the young man for the nth time.

Margaux had her own hair pulled back, and even if she was just carrying a bazooka, the death of that Declan Heisenberg would almost certainly be announced on the radio tomorrow, and if she is embarrassed, it will seem like there is no end.

Declan Heisenberg is the source of her annoyance because it has managed to embarrass her in front of the majority even without the latter content.

"You're so good at killing, Declan! Urggh!"

She continued walking towards her friend Everly's house in order to end her agony over that idiot Declan.

It was only a few miles away from their home, so she simply walked there.

"M-Margaux!" exclaimed Everly's husband Damon. Margaux peered into the courtyard first, but the house was quiet.

Then she turned to it.

"If you're looking for Everly, she's still sleeping upstairs, so come on!"

"Oh no, Damon! It's okay—"

"She misses you too, so go to her upstairs," she just saw Everly's daughter carrying by Damon. The hair was frizzy, and the clothes were a little sloppy.

"D-Damon, would you mind if I take good care of baby, Derly?" Margaux could see in the young man's face that he lacked sleep, which was evidence of the eyebags that were already living under his eyes.

"Uh...no, it's okay, Margaux. All right, climb Everly upstairs. I'm pretty sure if she sees you, her earthly body will live again." Damon chuckles.

He stepped back to allow Margaux to enter the home.

"Are you certain, Dame, that you're fine?"

"I am not exhausted from caring for my daughter," Damon replied, smiling.

Margaux entered the house after nodding.

She took a few steps toward Damon and Everly's room.

Margaux also ran into a friend who was on the phone.

"Everly!" she screamed, drawing her friend's attention.

"Margaux!" Everly exclaimed even as she was saying good-by to the person on the phone who had called her.

"Who are you speaking with on the phone?"

"This is Declan, and I was wondering if you could help me find a secretary to replace the one he fired yesterday."

She had forgotten that her friend's cousin is the man she despises.

"Can you recommend a replacement for that man's secretary? Declan is still delicate, and I'm sure—"

"If you want, I can apply for his secretary." Eventually, her friend sighed, her head still tilted as she turned to Margaux slightly.

"Are you sure, Margaux?" she asked, but what she noticed in her friend was a strange look in her eyes.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure," she said, her mind racing with plans for vengeance against the young man.

Margaux laughed quietly. This was most likely the start of his retaliation.

Declan tilted his head as he felt the sweat drain from his body and immersed the woman's body, allowing her legs to rest on his shoulder.

Declan pushed deep and hard, relieved that he was about to reach the pinnacle of glory.

But he was so enraged that when he was about to leave, the woman left lying on his table and sat down to give him a blowjob.

But he was enraged, enraged because it was capable of removing the savor that he would have felt.

He moved himself in front of the girl, who had a shocked expression on her face as a result of what he had done.

"What's the matter, babe? Didn't you like what I did?"

The woman, who was now standing in front of his desk, inquired.

Declan shifted his gaze to the idiot woman.

"Unfortunately, Yes. You even pulled my happiness when I was about to cum," he yelled angrily as the only female employee in his company abruptly jumped.

He was aware that the woman harbored a secret desire for him, so he made the small request of the woman, who he believes will also enjoy him.

He straightened his sloppy business suit and tie before angrily turning on the female employee once more.

"Get out of my office now!" he yelled again as the woman struggled to leave.

Declan even noticed that the mini skirt she was wearing had not been adjusted, and just grabbed the shoes that were just sitting on his desk and exited in his office right away.

Declan was greeted by a deafening silence and considered speaking with Lucifer and Tanner in order to locate the woman who gave him a strange feeling the night he went to Muchàs Gràcias to release body heat.

That woman's identity has remained unknown to this day. In rage, he clenched his fists.

Even that woman turned him upside down and turned him into a complete puppet. Because of a woman, he turned his head once more.

When he reached for the phone, he discovered that his friend Lucifer had already dialed the number.

"Yoow bud, want some info with that woman again?" Lucifer, his friend, asked him at times, and after he immediately answered his call.

Then he heard Lucifer's exaggerated sighed.

"I'm sorry, bud. It's so dark in that room you were in, that it's difficult for our system hackers to zoom in on the woman's face because it's so dark in the whole place."

Fuck! He is now even more enraged.

He had no idea who that woman was, but he was certain she was a part of his relationship when he was still a college student.

In annoyance, he rubbed his brow. He was certain that he was still laughed at, by that woman because he appeared unhappy in front of her.

Declan's rage flared up again as he remembered what the woman had done to him in the exclusive Muchàs Gràcias room.

"Bud, are you still there? Hello, Declan Heisenberg?" When he heard Lucifer's voice calling his name, he returned to the present.

He abruptly shifted in his seat.

"I guess you were quiet there, Dec.? Don't worry, we'll find her and we'll know her identity as well," Lucifer said on the other end of the line, trying to calm him down.

But the question is, how long will he be willing to wait?

He hung up the phone as soon as he said his goodbyes, before hearing a knock. Declan isn't expecting any visitors right now, so he can't help but wonder who is behind the closed doors of his office.

"Come on in, it's just open anyway," he yelled, giving birth to Conrad, whom he had given the task of finding him a job as a secretary, except for his cousin Everly.

Before he attended to him, he noticed the steward holding a large brown folder in both hands.

"Sir, I just hired some professional secretaries who I'm sure will really meet your—" Conrad was about to finish his sentence when his phone rang.

He returned the cellphone to his desk, where he discovered that Everly was his cousin who was calling.

Declan hears a yelling tone of voice after swiping the answer button. He even moved his cellphone away from his ear because it hurt, particularly in his eardrums.

"Why are you yelling, woman?" Declan inquired, but a deafening scream from Everly and Damon's daughter pierced his ear once more.

Declan turned to Conrad for a moment, motioning with his right hand to lay down the brown folder he was carrying on his desk.

"E-ve! Hello, what's your problem there?" He could still hear the noise on the other line after the crash of something that appeared to have been thrown further into somewhere.

"Dame! Take Baby Derly away from me first, I'm still talking to Declan," his cousin, Everly said, and when Declan realized that no one was throwing anything a yell at him, he returned the cellphone to his ear that he had just removed away.

"Declan!" Everly said, her face clear in a tone that was a good opening for him.

"What is it, Eve? I've been listening to your gang fight over there," Declan says, smiling as he hears Everly laugh.

Everly was his father's side of a cousin, and the two were very close.

He also attended a prestigious university with her while they were still in college, and it was there that he met Margaux, who... Suddenly when Declan remembered the encounter they had with the girl earlier on the highway, Margaux became even more beautiful than before, and he could only say that because he really wanted to see the woman's face that it irritated her. With his savory mouth delicacies.

He was sorry for rejecting her back then. Margaux was so young at the time that he had no choice but to humiliate her in front of the crowd, even though he didn't want to.

Since then, the woman has grown estranged from him, and if their paths cross at the University, she immediately turns aside so that Margaux does not meet him along the hallway.

"D-Declan? Hey! What are you? I've been talking here before, but you seem to have reached another dimension." Declan cleared his throat, shifted in his seat, and maybe he'll just focus his attention on his cousin he's talking to now on the phone.

"What was it again?"

"Geez, Dec. Maybe I'll have a vein in my neck cut out because you're a stupid man."

Suddenly, he burst out laughing. Only Eve's unfiltered words have the power to make him laugh. Declan doesn't get bored when he's with his cousin.

"Please forgive me, Eve; I'm still working on something—"

"I don't believe you, Declan; perhaps that's another flavor of the month for you?" Declan is interrupted by Everly's gasp.

"Here's the thing," she said seriously, and he took it seriously as well.

"Are you looking for a secretary?" Uh-huh! Declan appears to know where this conversation is going.

"Yeah, I am, but Conrad discovered a—"

"That's all. I gave Conrad the BioNote and resume when I recommended your secretary, and please, Declan, be nice to her, okay?"

So it's a woman, isn't it?

He was about to respond to Everly when the door to his office unexpectedly opened, drawing his attention there.

Declan's attention had shifted away from his cousin, who was still speaking on the other end of the phone.

And he had just seen a goddess-like woman entering in his office while wearing a seductive pencil cut and shoulder lace tube top tanks.

Declan shook his head and gulped. Why does he start praising the woman all of a sudden?

"M-Margaux A-Anson!" he reprimanded himself in private. Murmuring in front of it wasn't enough for him.

Maragaux then grinned.

"I am, and I have come to personally have an interview with you, Mr. Declan Heisenberg," the woman said, and he caught himself pitying his lips while staring at the girl.

Then she took a step closer, paying close attention to the rest of his office. After a while, he realized that his gaze was drawn to its seductive breasts.

The girl looked down and saw him just staring at it. Oh fuck!

He quickly averted his gaze, and both of his ears became hot.

In that case, he knew there was only one thing he needed to do to relieve the body heat.

Muchàs Gràcias!

"Well, are you officially interested in the offer, sir?" The woman asked, and Declan bit his lip due to Margaux's formality on him.

Declan, on the other hand, is a fake who has been humiliated. He took the brown folder Conrad had placed on the table and arranged it, despite the fact that there was no problem with it.

When he heard its seductive laughter, he looked up. Margaux walked up to his desk, reached for a chair, and sat openly in front of it.

Declan's mind was in space when Margaux Anson did that in front of him.

"I... uh!" shit! fuck! Why did he start stuttering all of a sudden?

Was she attempting to cast a spell on him? Why has he changed his appearance so dramatically?

He abruptly returned his gaze to the girl, one of her brows raised as if irritated, but Margaux smiled as soon as he turned around.

Then he coughed.

"Y-you can, uhmm, do the interview portion at Conrad's office; he's the one I assigned to assist all personnel in this type of matter—"

"How's that, Mr. Declan? I'd like you to do the interview personally with me," he was cut off from saying what he could.

Declan then swallowed. Only to be confronted with Margaux's proud breasts once more... pinning itself to his table's edge

He stood up a while later. He, too, was taken aback by what he did out of the blue, but he would never sit in his swivel chair again. Not until Margaux Anson appears in front of his sinner eyes.

"What's wrong, Mr. Heisenberg?" he asked as he turned to face the woman, biting his lower lip. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was looking forward to a wonderful day.

He, on the other hand, just wanted to take off his suit because he was getting hot, not realizing that his air conditioning system was fully functional.

Then he takes side steps.

"Go find Conrad in his room; I am sure he can really make the interview successful, Mar — Ms. Anson."

He notices the girl raise her brows slightly but smiles before she speaks.

"Are you sure you're literally fine, Mr. Declan Heisenberg?" When Maragaux stood up and prepared to approach him further, he simply announced the left palm in front of her, indicating Margaux not to come over.

Declan's body was so hot, and he was convinced that if Margaux made one more mistake, he would be able to do the thing he was certain Margaux would never like on his own.

"Mar, Ms. Anson, get out!"

"However,"

"Can't you hear what I'm saying? Get out, okay?"

Declan noticed the sudden change in her appearance and smiled briefly as he looked at the girl.

"I'm leaving then," she said, allowing him to breathe more easily.

Margaux gradually backed away from him, eventually turning her back on him and leaving his office.

Declan was left speechless by what had occurred.

What occurred some time ago?

Because he could still feel the heat of his body, he reached for the key to his Chevrolet car and left his office right away.

When he saw a few employees, his presence resembled a gunshot, and the employees were openly looking for work so that he could claim that they were doing something.

Declan shook his head.

Declan noticed that the door to Conrad's office was slightly ajar before he could finally approach the stairs down to the company's main entrance, so he simply hid the blocking band of the door.

Only to find Margaux Anson sitting comfortably and smiling broadly in front of Conrad, who had now begun the interview.

But then Margaux looked up, and the second time around, she caught him just staring at her, and Margaux waved her hands at him.

He truly curses all the demons in hell for the heinous act he committed just today.

Then Conrad turned his head to look at him. He stood up right away and gave him enough space to enter, but he only gestured with his hand to continue what Conrad was doing.

"I only came here to see if something worked out, and I guess my conclusion was correct." Smile at them and then turn away.

He simply tells himself why he looks stupid today.

Was it Margaux's Anson's presence that caused this? Or is he simply agitated because the girl is so close next to him?

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he jumped into his car. He intends to expel the heat he is currently experiencing.

The latter part involves going to Muchàs Gràcias to relieve the tension on his body heat.

Declan drove his car to the resort that would provide him with non-explicit pleasure, despite his tired face.

"How was the interview in Declan's company, Marg? Did you get it right away?" her friend Everly inquired over the phone that night while speaking with Margaux.

She jumped onto the extremely soft bed and smiled as she answered the phone to her friend on the other end of the line.

"I suppose I am; your good cousin left, and I didn't see him even after my interview with Sir Conrad."

"Oh, well, I guess you passed my cousin's standards, and you might get an email saying so the next day."

Margaux didn't say anything. She just smiled. She is also extremely self-assured in her abilities. Margaux had already started working as the secretary to a well-known Declan Heisenberg.

And when that happens, she'll be able to do what she's been wanting to do for Declan for a long time.

Declan turned her down, and Margaux will do anything to make that man drool like a mad dog on her.

Declan Heisenberg, as you can see. You'll find out!

"I called Declan earlier to let him know you were coming to his office; didn't he mention — oh, I forgot to mention your name when we talked on the phone?"

Margaux leaned over and smiled once more, despite the fact that she couldn't see Everly at the time.

"Don't worry, Eve. Declan saw my beauty in his office earlier."

Margaux became guilty all of a sudden. She is only now keeping her plan against Everly's cousin—Declan—a secret from her.

Please accept my apologies, Eve! But, for the time being, Margaux will devise a strategy in which Declan Heisenberg will return home in tears.

Margaux could hear Eve's sighs once she was silent on the other end of the line.

"Marg... I know you despised my cousin because of what he did to you a few years ago, but—"

"I'm hanging up, Eve. Goodbye for now." Even though the friend on the other end of the line had not yet answered, she had the impression that the call had been terminated.

Everly knew what had happened to her back then, when she was humiliated in front of the entire University by Declan. Her friend Everly was the one who consoled her at the time, and she was grateful to her friend—Everly, because it didn't abandon her even when she was completely collapsed.

Margaux yawned and stretched as she quickly jumped out of bed. It was only a little after five o'clock, so she decided to go for a jog first, so she wouldn't lose her body from stress because of that man who wasn't missing.

Margaux reached for the shoe on the rack and quickly put it on, while carrying the headset and cellphone in her leggings. She also wears a cap when jogging in order to be more comfortable doing a thing on the area.

She gave a friendly smile. No one has yet delivered a speech to her because her father is still in Batangas inspecting the firm they own.

Her body relaxed in front of her full-length mirror after she had dressed. She smiled because nothing could compete with her body's natural beauty.

She has received numerous calls from companies interested in hiring her as a model, but she has politely declined each of them.

She couldn't afford to leave her father alone for whatever reason. Margaux also understands that the location where a model's career manages and only once returns to the town where they were born is not stable.

In other words, no. She can't simply discard her father whenever she wants.

Margaux adored her father, despite the fact that he was very naughty for scolding her at times.

Margaux was shaken later and went down to her room before going to the kitchen and taking mineral water from the refrigerator.

She has a spaghetti strap on her upper body and knows she is going to sweat a lot now.

When Margaux was out of the house, the few men who were jogging noticed her.

That was something she had anticipated. She is the only one who is referred to as "Margaux, the center of every man's attention."

But she couldn't stand it anymore, remembering the humiliation Declan had inflicted on her.

Is it because the man doesn't like her? Maybe that's it. And that fool was blind, not even looking at her in the eye was hard to do for the young man even for a moment.

Margaux was forced to apply for the position of great secretary despite her objections. She would be able to carry out all of her plans for the young man there.

Hmm! Let's see if your attraction to me isn't working, Mr. Declan Heisenberg the Dumber. Let's see how things go.

"Hello Miss, are you alone?" she asked, turning her gaze to the handsome young man who was smiling at her just by looking at her.

Margaux immediately responded with a smile, saying,

"Didn't you see anyone with me?"

"Urggh..." The guy scratched his neck and looked up at her again, shyly.

Margaux then apologised.

"Ugh...I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy."

"Oh! No. No." He even waved his hand at her, indicating that she was incorrect in her conclusion. Margaux simply laughed inwardly as a result of this.

"I'm ashamed of you, Margaux."

Oh! Did he know her? She turned to face the young man, surprised.

"How did you get to know me?"

"We were classmates in high school." Huh? Many attractive men became her classmates in high school.

So, what is its name?

"Ummm...could I get your phone number—"

"Margaux!" The young man abruptly ceased speaking when Margaux heard his friend Everly yell.

She quickly turned to find it. Margaux almost dropped her jaw when she noticed her friend's cousin standing next to her with his arms crossed and his face darkly focused on them.

The way he looked at her, it seemed as if Margaux would trip on the floor at any moment due to its lethal look.

Declan Heisenberg, to be precise.

"Come on, Margaux. Let's get some coffee." Everly waved at her, but she couldn't raise her hands to reciprocate the gesture.

Declan's lean against the doorway to Everly's house vanished in an instant, and was replaced by Damon—Everly's husband and immediately kissed her friend on the lips.

Margaux only averted her gaze.

"You and Everly still haven't really separated the friendship back then," the man in the back said later, only to discover that he had remained silent previously.

Margaux was about to say something when her car was violently parked next to her. It almost hit the man she was talking to earlier, but he quickly backed away.

"Fuck it! Who's the proud driver when — D-Declan!" The man didn't finish what he was about to say when Declan stepped out of the car, his brow raised, and looked at her.

He was seeing face to face with Margaux, hands on his pockets once more, when she noticed the darkness in Declan's face.

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms gently. Margaux's displeasure with the young man grew as a result.

"Have you found a new pet, Margaux?" Huh? He said something that made her frown.

Instead of being offended, Margaux showed her trembling smile even more as the young man's face darkened even more.

And the next thing Declan did was pull his cellphone out of his pocket, which was accompanied by the ringing of a message tone on Margaux's cellphone.

Despite her furrowed brow, she immediately turned off the music icon and opened her cellphone, only to discover that it was one of a mail.

She only softly heard the young man's weak moan as she opened and read the context of a message and turned to look him in the eyes.

Margaux's rage rose again in her chest, but she didn't show it to Declan.

Then Declan smirked.

"Now that you've passed the initial interview, you can begin your duties as my secretary as of today; get in!"

"Huh?"

"Get in, I hate repeating myself twice, woman!" Declan exclaimed, making Margaux want to kill the man at this point. Nonetheless, she managed to keep herself going for a while and still being calm.

She bowed her head and looked down at her gown. When she dresses like this in Declan's office, she's going to start working now?

Margaux looked up at the man, who now had even more pressure on his darkened face and slightly raised an eyebrow, as if he was just waiting for Margaux to get in his car so she could get right to work.

Margaux then smiled.

"Sir, may I go back to my house first to change?" Declan paused for a moment before his gaze passed behind her. Margaux followed Declan's gaze and was surprised that the man she had just spoken with was still standing there quietly.

Declan then scream. Margaux even jumped as a result of the volume of his voice.

"Get the hell out of my sight, asshole!" Margaux bit her lower lip just by looking at the poor man who now seemed to want to talk to her but could do nothing but to leave in front of them due to Declan's scolding.

"Now, Ms. Anson, get in my car!"

"Wait, with these clothes on?"

Declan's lips suddenly curved into a smile. And Margaux knew something outrageous was on this man's mind at that point.

"Well, if you want to get in my car naked, that's fine with me."

Margaux bit her lower lip once more to suppress her annoyance. She'd never wonder why she'd wake up one day and realize she was killing Declan with her hand.

Margaux is going to suffocate him to death.

But she didn't budge, and she smiled once she crossed her arms and hands.

"Would you mind if I get into your car, naked Mr. Declan Heisenberg?"

Margaux noticed the sudden masculinity in Declan's eyes and was even fixed when we leaned into its car.

Margaux then smiled quietly. She had discovered the man's flaw when she was the one who had to deal with it.

But what if she gets into his car without covering even one part of her body? What will his reaction may be?

Will she be able to entice Declan Heisenberg, whom she despises?

Will she triumph?

"That isn't a problem for me because your body has no effect on me, so don't worry, you're safe with my pennis. I don't want to rock your world anyway, I think you can't satisfy every man's need— "

"Fuck you!" Margaux is enraged yet again by Declan's insult to her.

Declan shook his head and tilted his head slightly to look at her.

But it was the foolish grin of the man who pushed her to turn her back on Declan that irritated her the most.

Margaux sighed angrily. She was enraged and wanted to kill the man...

"Not so fast, honey!" She came to a halt as she felt hands on her right arm.

Her pupils constricted as she turned to face Declan.

"What?" Declan anonymously inquired, his eyes closed!

"You're such a jerk, Declan, you're going to die."

"That was fine with me; just don't be the woman who does that to shake my world."

When Margaux's phone rang, she saw it was Mr. Conrad on the other end of the line, so she simply hid the young man who had just whistled before pocketing his hands again.

Margaux noticed Declan caressing hee as he looked at her from head to toe as she unplugged her cellphone to talk to Mr. Conrad.

Margaux shook her head again as she saw the admiration in his eyes. Declan Heisenberg is the only man who has purposefully focused his gaze on her. And the puzzle she sees in the young man's eyes is a complete nonsense.

Declan would never look at her in that way. And who knows, maybe she was just seeing unbelievable things.

"Congratulations, Ms. Anson! You passed the preliminary interview; please come to the office and begin your work as Mr. Heisenberg's secretary," Mr. Conrad said to her when she couldn't answer the phone.

Margaux was gracious in her response before hanging up the phone.

Then she realized she was in Declan's car.

She had no idea what was going through her head, and she had just ridden in Declan's own car, and they were now paving the way to his office.

The man was silent while driving, but Margaux noticed him stealing a glance at her before shaking his head and returning his attention to the road.

When they entered Declan's office, Margaux felt as if a few employees were staring at her, as if they wanted to throw darts at her.

It's understandable given that she's only dressed for jogging, and Margaux can't blame the female employees who look at her as if they're about to murder her.

Margaux took a step back when Declan turned to face her. Because of the sudden act, she almost sank into his chest.

"Careless as usual," he said as he swallowed and averted his gaze from her bulging chest.

"Get straight ahead in my office first, I need to release my cum — I mean, I need to," Declan said, pretending to cough before continuing, "—pee."

Declan abruptly turned his back on Margaux and took a slight stroll before stepping aside, and the young man completely lost sight of her.

What's the deal with that moron Declan?