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After centuries of ruling the underworld with terrifying power, Lilith dies in an epic battle, only to be reborn in the human world. But instead of a grand rebirth as a queen of darkness, she's reincarnated as something far more mundane—a secretary. Rather than despair, Lilith finds this new life amusing. After all, who would suspect the devil herself to be working a 9-to-5?

Settling into her new reality, Lilith embraces her role, living in a luxurious apartment and working diligently in her office. Though her devilish instincts are hard to suppress, she's determined to be the perfect secretary. But when people push her too far, the devil within still comes out to play.

When a creep in the office dares to look at her the wrong way, she calmly fixes her gaze on him. "You keep staring like that, and I'll show you what a broken wrist feels like." The man quickly scurries away, leaving Lilith with a satisfied smirk.

Even the rich, entitled girl from accounting isn't safe from her wrath. "You think you can push me around just because you've got money? I've burned entire kingdoms for less. Don't test me." She says this with a calm smile, her eyes glinting dangerously.

The day continued like that—stopping creeps in their tracks, putting rude heiresses in their place, and being the flawless secretary she intended to be. But, of course, her boss—the CEO—had his eyes on her, more curious than ever. And while the entire office might fear her or wonder about her, she remained blissfully indifferent. This was fun. And she wasn't here to impress anyone but herself.

Who knew being a secretary could be so... interesting?

Devilish secretary

Goodness, I shouldn't be laughing… but I can't stop! Rose thought to herself, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her composure.

The sight of her step-grandmother being rushed into the ward earlier, pale and flustered, had been too much for her to handle. Serves her right! All those times she hurt me… Now look at her! I hope she gets a taste of her own medicine.

To the onlookers, Rose was a picture of tragic innocence. But in her mind, she was gleefully celebrating a tiny victory.

Her hands pressed harder against her face to cover the grin that refused to fade. Tears streamed down her cheeks—not from sadness but from laughing too much.

One nurse passing by even stopped for a moment, patting her gently on the head. "Sweetheart, it'll be okay," the nurse said softly.

Rose nodded dramatically, her shoulders shaking harder as she pretended to cry even louder. If only they knew!

Chapter 122 shock