The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Your hires are always top-notch. Lola would be a catch for the Jared Group..." Hilaria's voice trailed with a tinge of regret, "But she's currently spearheading Jered Ventures, making waves. I love seeing women rise up, taking the world by storm - whether they work for me or not is beside the point."

"Speaking of Lola, she'll be sending you some fresh lobster the day after tomorrow." Rosalynn attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere.

But...

"Yeah, your people are always the cream of the crop, but what's the deal with your new secretary?" Hilaria wasn't having any of Rosalynn's deflections.

"Let's just say I've got myself an eye candy to admire." Rosalynn responded with a hint of sarcasm.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't think I don't know the score. I've dug up everything there is to know about her. She was practically raised by that old dame Natalie!" Hilaria scoffed, "Her last boss, the one currently treating Wayne, owes a lot to Natalie too. He's another one of her charity cases!"d2

"You sure know how to get to the botom of things, nothing escapes your eagle eye!" Rosalynn lavished her with praise.

Hilaria shot her a look, "What exactly are you trying to find out about her?"

Rosalynn grew serious, "I'm not entirely sure myself but... I've got this feeling that there's something off about her and her mother."

"So you're keeping her away from Wayne?"

"Exactly." Rosalynn nodded.

"I thought maybe you were just jealous." Hilaria muttered, "I was thinking, you wouldn't stoop to that, would you?"

Rosalynn laughed, "Don't worry, she hardly ever sees me. I just write her a check each month. Penn feels bad about it, says he'll reimburse me."

"Her skills do leave a lot to be desired. I've heard quite a few jokes at her expense!" Hilaria continued to gripe.

Hilaria had no patience for fools.

Especially those too clueless to see their own foolishness, acting high and mighty without a cause.

As they passed by the small building where the bodyguards lived, a sudden outburst echoed: "I can't do it!! I just can't anymore!!" Then Felix burst out the door. "What's going on?" Hilaria inquired.

Felix was visibly distressed, his eyes red, "I don't understand - why do parents have to do homework? I can't learn this stuff!"

Molly, holding a sheet of paper, walked out calmly, having grown taller since school started, with a noticeable change in her demeanor.

She stood tall and statuesque, though her face remained expressionless, giving her a frosty aura.

"Father, I've finished it all. You just need to copy it down," Molly said before bowing respectfully to Rosalynn and Hilaria.

While Molly's cold demeanor and quirks were a bit off-putting, she had a way of winning Hilaria's favor.

When it was time to switch to fall clothing, Hilaria prepared a set for Ivy and didn't forget Molly, choosing something hip instead of the usual frilly styles, knowing it would suit her better. "Felix, are you making Molly handle your own responsibilities?" Hilaria was shocked, "She has a ton of schoolwork every day. Be more considerate!"

Felix was on the brink of despair.

"Ma'am, just looking at that paper makes my head spin and my stomach turn!" He cradled his head, crouching on the ground.

Just then, Calvin walked by, cheerfully leading his rambunctious dog Max, with a cat perched on his shoulder, coming back to fetch some food for his pets.

Seeing the opportunity, Felix grabbed Calvin's pant leg, "Calvin, can you do the copying for me? I'll pay you! Five hundred!!!"

"Huh?" Calvin stroked the sleek fur of his cat, "But I can't write, you know."

Hilaria burst into laughter, startling the cat nearly off Calvin's shoulder.

"When's Ableson getting out of the hospital? That guy isn't just loafing around in there, is he?" Last year, Felix had paid Ableson the same amount to do his copying. Ableson had been in a coma for over ten days before waking up.

Due to excessive blood loss that wouldn't stop, his entire blood volume had been replaced three or four times before his life was barely saved.