Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father

Chapter 14

14. My Servant

“I was your personal assistant when I replaced Jeremy yesterday, wasn’t I?” Kara’s voice was hoarse.

Her throat was hot.

“That’s a personal assistant. What we discuss is a servant. From the second I open my eyes to the

second I close them, I want you to always be alert.”

Kara tried to force a smile, but failed. The twins’ cries had clouded her mind. It was impossible for her to

dedicate all her time to Frank, while her children had to be entrusted to Susan 24 hours a day.

“Do I have to serve you for the next three months? Don’t you think it’s too much?”

“You mind? Then enjoy your three months as an unpaid stupid secretary.”

Kara crossed her arms and gripped her elbows. Her style was exactly like Emily’s when she dealt with

Frank. Luckily, the man didn’t notice. He was blinded by resentment towards his secretary.

‘Would the twins understand if I disappeared for three months? Soon they will go to school. They need a

lot of preparation. But, if I don’t agree to these conditions, how can I pay the registration fee?’

Kara’s expression darkened. She couldn’t hide the compulsion from her face. “Okay. I will be your

servant.”

Frank felt victorious. The opportunity to teach Kara a lesson was now wider open.

“Then start by cleaning my shoes! They didn’t look very bright today.”

Frank’s foot moved forward. Kara looked down at it. After a faint sigh, she pulled out a tissue and carry

out her task. The CEO’s smile

“What about my watch? Isn’t it strange that my shoes are shinier than this watch?”

Frank pursed his lips and noticed the gold chain on his wrist. The diamonds around the clock hands look

sparkling. Without another word, Kara grabbed it.

“Wow, hey! Don’t touch me carelessly! Just hold onto what you need

to clean!”

Kara almost snorted. Her hands itched to slap that annoying face.. However, she realized that her fate

depended on Frank Harper’s hands. Taking a deep breath, she brought the tissue closer.

“Hey…!”

Frank stepped back and secured the precious accessory.

“Are you stupid? You just cleaned my shoes with that tissue. Now you want to clean this expensive watch

with that dirty sheet? This watch must be cleaned with a special cloth.”

Kara kept silent. She lost interest in arguing. She knew that whatever came out of her mouth would be

considered wrong by Frank:

“Never mind. Let the servants in my house do it. They are much more. professional than you.”

A second later, Frank turned to face the full-body mirror located on the side of the bookshelf. Squinting,

he muttered, “What do you think needs to be improved about my appearance, apart from the

remaining smell of your vomit yesterday?”

Kara rolled her eyes briefly. She was too lazy to deal with the CEO’s narcissism. “Nothing, Sir.”

Instead of being happy, Frank Harper glared at her. “Are your eyes

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Kara studied the CEO’s tie with a flat look. There’s nothing wrong with the bond. However, she still

reached out, fixing the tie without

touching Frank’s neck or shoulders.

“That’s right. Do it carefully! The price of this tie is equivalent to your monthly salary.”

Kara didn’t answer. She continued to fix his tie as best she could. She

was tired of hearing Frank Harper’s endless comments. So, she must ensure that her work was carried

out “perfectly”. ”

With such a close distance, Frank could see Kara’s face more clearly. Her eyes were sad, her facial skin

was slightly pale, and the corners of her lips looked heavy.

Little by little, Frank’s cheerfulness faded. He had never seen his secretary so quiet and resigned. The

Kara Martin he faced was usually fiery. He had always been challenged to conquer her, but

now….

‘Wait, what was I thinking? Why should I pity her? She has

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embarrassed me, disturbed the peace of my life with the smell of her vomit, and made my blood boil

almost every time. She deserves. punishment.’

Frank cleared his throat. Raising an eyebrow, he gave Kara a

disdainful look. “Why so long? You don’t secretly enjoy standing this. close to me, do you?”

Kara spontaneously took two steps back. Still with a flat expression, she waited for further orders.

The silence hanging in the air strangely made Frank feel even more uncomfortable. Clearing his throat,

the man turned to his work chair.

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this document for me so I can finish faster. I still have to attend the prototype test today.”

Without waiting for further instructions, Kara took the top document and opened the first page. Not only

that, she also took a limited edition pen which was always available on the CEO’s desk.

“Good. Be a good secretary and servant. I may give you relief if your performance is satisfactory.

Understand?”

Kara just nodded slightly. She didn’t dare put any hope in those words.

Since Frank Harper came into her life, everything had become a mess. That man was the biggest

stumbling block that was

impossible to remove from her path. Kara could only hope that she would be strong enough to get

through the three months at the Savior Group.

In the afternoon, Kara followed Frank to a place that resembled a mini textile factory. A neatly dressed

middle-aged woman welcomed them. She briefly explained the development of the B-16 pro

Knowing that the product was just a biotextile shirt, Kara was

relieved.

“Shall we start the trial now, Sir? The model we invite is ready.”

The manager raised an eyebrow. With wide eyes, she studied Kara’s body. “But-”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Kara was confident that the prototype would not endanger her life like yesterday.

Hearing that agreement, the manager started to panic inside..

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Kara didn’t see Frank’s order as a problem. She went into the

“Sir, I apologize. I think you should just ask the model to run the test.”

minute, I want you standing in front of here.”

“But, this prototype is too small.” Kara’s voice grew thinner and quieter.

Instead of feeling pity, Frank started the countdown. “Fifty eight…

fifty seven ….

Kara grimaced. She tried to ask for understanding, but the CEO didn’t

care.

“Ten… nine eight….”

Kara had no other way. With a heavy heart, she forcefully buttoned. the shirt and stepped out with arms

crossed over her chest.