In the Lap of Luxury

Xander had never overslept. Early in the morning, as he was putting on his coat, the housekeeper knocked on the door. "Ms. Yale is here."

Hazel stood in the villa's living room. She was carrying files in her arms.

Hestia invited her for tea, so she drank politely and didn't overstep. She had been doing this for the past few years.

Hestia appreciated her. "You've been with Xander since he joined the company. At that time, there were many elites, and quite a few pretty ladies among them threw themselves at him. Do you know why I chose you?"

Hazel respectfully said, "I dare not speculate on your thoughts, Madam Fulton, but I am curious about why I stood out."

"Those people were too ambitious. They had too many ideas and wanted to achieve too much. Only you simply stood there with both honor and disgrace. I like that."

Hestia rarely praised someone. But over these years, Hazel had indeed passed the test.

Pleased, Hazel smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, Madam Fulton. But I'm not as good as you think."

Hearing this, Hestia reached out to straighten Hazel's collar.

"Xander was able to get where he is today thanks to your assistance over the past few years. He still has a long way to go. I hope you'll continue to do a good job as his secretary." Hazel's eyes widened slightly. She understood what Hestia was implying.

Just then, Xander came downstairs. He walked briskly without looking at Hazel. "Let's go."

Inside the car, Hazel reported, "Jake has gone to Pamore. The moment he landed, the construction of the subway project here had an issue.

"Sean Brooke, the materials supplier, said that the materials are stuck on the road. He is using it as an excuse to delay the construction progress. People are already talking about it." Xander pressed his finger against the documents. "Jake is eager to find something for me to do."

"He's counting on the fact that this project ultimately belongs to Fulton Group. He's just a titular person-in-charge. If anything goes wrong, the problem will still be yours."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

If something went wrong, Xander's position as president would be even more precarious.

Xander massaged his temples. "Sean Brooke?"

Hazel understood his question. "Yes, a well-known and cunning man in Frenda He became rich with the help of his grandfather and is used to being domineering. He also loves women."

"How are the people I instructed to train doing?"

"Some of them have already been arranged around those people. They have been carefully trained according to their preferences and can be put into action at any time." Xander was satisfied. "Send one over tonight."

Hazel nodded. While she was sending a message, Xander made a call. "Peter."

Peter said something on the other end that made Xander smile. "Let her sleep."

After whatever was said on the other end, his smile faded.

"Jessica's goal is the border. She must have some backing to go there alone. Investigate thoroughly, and have someone keep an eye on her

closely. Don't let her leave our sight."

The other end agreed.

When the call ended, Hazel cautiously inquired, "Jessica? I don't recall hearing that name before."

Xander frowned at her presumption, showing his displeasure. "You'll know when it's time for you to know." Hazel wisely kept quiet.

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world for many years and had

succeeded had some unique quirks.

There were plenty of women for There w

them, but each person had different

tastes and preferences.

For the sake of a family alliance, Sean had married a woman from a suitable background.

She was used to being domineering since she had her family's backing. Therefore, Sean had a special fondness for gentle and obedient beauties.

Hazel had arranged for exactly that type today.

"Does that mean I can meet Mr. Fulton today?" The person was very excited.