Under the dual pressures of seduction and coercion, Beauty finally made up her mind to work at Marson Corporation.
If she refused, given Lucas's ruthless methods, she might not even get her diploma.
All those years at university would go to waste, and she'd probably end up relying on him for everything.
She'd become nothing but a freeloader—no way in hell was she letting that happen!
The HR manager handed her over to Lucas's personal assistant with a polite smile before swiftly making her exit, not even glancing back.
Beauty's heart sank.
She immediately grabbed the assistant's hand, her lips trembling slightly.
"Um... whose assistant am I supposed to be?"
The assistant's lips curled into a motherly smile as she casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then, she pinched Beauty's plump, youthful cheek.
"Sweetheart, you're stuck with me now.
Care to take a guess?"
