“Yang Ariana,” he read aloud, voice low but sharp enough to cut. Every head turned. He held up the paper like evidence. “Looks like my secretary forgot her place and signed with my surname.” Gasps spread, the room paralyzed. His gaze pinned you down as his smirk widened. “Let me clear your confusion. She isn’t just my secretary. She’s my wife. Every hour she works here, every night she spends—belongs to me.”
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