Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver were having breakfast at a table by the window, not far from where Grace Watt and the others were sitting.
Isabella Weaver glanced at them and saw soone she didn’t recognize, so she couldn’t help but ask Harry Hunter, "Is the one in the white shirt your new secretary?"
"Yes."
Harry Hunter knew she was asking about Connor, David, and the other bodyguard Jace, whom Isabella Weaver already knew, only Zoe Lewis was new to her.
"He’s quite capable, steady, and can endure hardships. Having a male secretary accompanying trips is easier and more convenient, so you won’t get jealous."
He had wanted to switch to a male secretary for a while. Zoe Lewis was more competent than he imagined, ambitious, highly career-oriented, but never overstepping boundaries.
n aren’t as ticulous as won in doing things, but they’re more straightforward, efficient, and quick.
His secretary also had responsibilities of taking care of his daily life, like dry cleaning clothes, choosing gifts, booking restaurants and hotels, etc., but since the secretary was female before, Connor and David usually handled these tasks.
Now, many everyday things can also be entrusted to Zoe Lewis without worrying about getting too close and sparking rumors or negative impacts.
Isabella Weaver sensed Harry Hunter’s satisfaction with the new secretary, so she took a few more glances at Zoe Lewis.
Across a table, Zoe Lewis was sitting with three bodyguards. Those three were gobbling down their food, while he ate elegantly—though quickly—without making any noise.
Moreover, Zoe Lewis’s skin was fair, his hair neatly grood, nails trimd perfectly, and his fingers holding the fork were long and flawless.
Compared to him, Grace Watt sitting beside him didn’t even have the appearance of a girl—the face wasn’t as fair, hands weren’t as pretty, even eating wasn’t as graceful.
Grace Watt, however, was oblivious, still fighting David for the at. After snatching the beef into his bowl, he grinned broadly with joy.
Isabella Weaver shook her head in amusent. In Grace Watt’s eyes, a handso man wasn’t as attractive as a piece of fragrant beef.
Fortunately, Grace Watt wasn’t interested in Zoe Lewis, otherwise, there would definitely be no chance.
Even Zoe Lewis could reject Zoe, indicating he was soone with an extrely firm mind, sowhat similar to Harry Hunter.
"You’ve been staring at him for a minute, Isabella Weaver. I’m still sitting here, and you’re looking at other n? Hmm?"
Harry Hunter spoke coldly, turning Isabella Weaver’s head towards him, his gaze dangerous: "Wasn’t I recently satisfying you? Why do you have spare attention to look at other n?"
Isabella Weaver hurriedly covered his mouth, afraid others might hear.
"What nonsense are you talking! I only glanced at him a few tis, and you’re even jealous of this."
Harry Hunter moved her hand away: "Not allowed to look at others, only at ."
"Alright, alright, I’ll look at you, look at you."
Two minutes later.
"Why are you staring at ? Eat."
"Didn’t you tell to look at you? I won’t eat, just looking at you fills up."
Harry Hunter was helpless: "Be good, eat sothing, we can watch after you finish, alright?"
"Then can I look at others after this?"
"Sure, I’ll let you look for two seconds. I’m generous enough, aren’t I?"
Isabella Weaver opened her eyes wide, is this generous?
Harry Hunter glanced up at Zoe Lewis over there, thinking maybe he should switch to an unattractive secretary.
But if he’s too ugly, it would be a pain to the eyes, and wouldn’t be presentable for various events.
He dismissed the idea again.
Forget it, just use Zoe Lewis; could anyone possibly be more handso than him?
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