Chapter 3The Canary and the Hunter

"Don't want me? Noah, stop making a scene. I said, when Liam isn't here, you can still stay. If he comes, I'll call you, just hide."

I didn't speak.

Disgusted.

Damn it.

Truly disgusting. So disgusting I almost thought I was pregnant, and I'm a man.

The morning after he slammed the door and left, I took that heavy, flimsy paper to the bank.

Transferred the ten million to my personal account.

When the notification pinged, looking at the string of zeros, the hollow space in my heart felt filled with something hard and cold.

Money really is good.

As for men? Plenty of fish in the sea!

By day, I was still the million-dollar Chief Secretary of the Gu Group, Noah Shen.

Scumbags can't stop me from making money.

Nobody messes with my bag.

But boundaries had to be drawn.

His schedule?

Emailed.

His mood?

Not my problem.

Work report?

Done in three sentences.

Julian's face grew darker by the day.

Several times, he looked like he wanted to say something, eyeing me with complexity, scrutiny, and... unexplained irritation.

He was used to my submission, my fawning. The business-like attitude threw him off.

Without me picking his outfits, his ties clashed with his suits more than once.

People in the office started whispering that Boss Gu broke up with his girlfriend.

I played deaf and blind.

That afternoon, Julian had an important international video conference.

I went to deliver the final materials.

Pushing the door open, I smelled tea.

Liam Lin was there.

He was lounging on the sofa in the guest area, holding a teacup. Julian sat opposite him, close, whispering. The atmosphere was dripping with honey.

The relaxed, almost smiling expression on Julian's face was something I hadn't seen in three years.

The hard spot in my heart pricked.

Not painful, just a little cold.

The person I couldn't warm up in ten years, Liam warmed up effortlessly just by existing.

"Boss Gu, meeting materials."

I put the folder on his desk, voice flat, eyes averting the guest area.

"Mm."

Julian responded without looking up, still watching Liam gently. "Liam, I'll have my secretary book that restaurant you mentioned."

Liam smiled gently: "Okay."

His gaze swept over me, carrying a hint of condescension.

I turned to leave, feeling the air was dirty.

But just as I reached the door.

"Ah!"

A short scream from Liam, followed by the crash of porcelain!

I looked back instinctively.

Liam had "accidentally" knocked over the hot tea!

Tea soaked his expensive shirt, steaming!

The cup lay shattered.

"Liam! Are you burned?! Let me see!"

Julian's face changed instantly. He rushed over, voice cracking.

Liam feigned paleness, eyes red, voice trembling with accusation:

"Julian! It burns! But don't blame Secretary Shen. He didn't mean to hit my arm with the door!"

Damn it.

Green tea bitch.

This is what Julian likes?

I hit him?

I was ten steps away from him. Am I Mr. Fantastic? Can I hit him from across the room?

I turned to leave, but Julian looked up sharply!