"Have you thought it through?" Gong Shaofan approached her slowly, like a languid Persian cat.
"Min Yue, are you sure, you want to leave, me?"
"My boss will soon find a better new secretary, and senior, already has Miss Yuan."
She enunciated every word clearly, "I am sure, to leave the boss, and to leave senior as well."
Gong Shaofan understood her meaning.
Be it as a secretary or a woman, she was never his only option.
Her presence had always been dispensable.
The moment he brought her into the Gong Family, Gong Shaofan had always thought so.
Why, when she clearly had many opportunities to leave, did she choose now?
Was it out of jealousy, or did she really want to leave...
Gong Shaofan's thoughts suddenly turned to that blond-haired, blue-eyed Prince Arthur.
His eyes narrowed slightly, the innate chilliness in his gaze gradually cloaked in a dangerous light.
Min Yue's head drooped lower and lower; her departure could be considered ungrateful.