Boss's Sweet Secretary

"Hansy... Don't go."

Rose grimaced looking at her hand as feverish Jennifer almost crushed her hand. She couldn't help but complain, " You come to my house to eat and drink my food, I even let you sleep in my bed, but you are still thinking about another man. You are so heartless."

The mobile phone on the carpet by her side had stopped ringing. Hans had always thought that he was better than everyone else. Rose thought that it was nothing short of a miracle that he would even call her three times.

As Rose's home was shrouded in sadness, on the other side of California, in a famous hotel apartment, a tall and lanky man had just returned from the concert today, and he looked tired.

For so many years, he had been working hard abroad and he finally had the ability to be financially independent of his family. He wanted to come back and be with Jennifer at all costs, but things didn't go his way. When he came back, she was no longer there.

His agent, Bastain and his assistant moved the gifts from the fans to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was especially eye-catching. It was a huge black box as tall as a person, and it required two assistants to carry in.

Bastain's eagle eye noticed the logo on the black box. "Wow, is this a musical instrument sent by a rich fan? This brand is 100% hand-made and it's not cheap. They only make a few instruments each year."

The female assistant smiled and shook her head. "These fans, when they like you, they will give you everything. But they can also be cruel beyond your imagination."

Bastain knew what she was talking about. He let out a hollow laugh and turned to open the black box.

The masterfully made guitar looked particularly grandeur in the black wooden box, revealing its classical elegance.

"Jackson, come and have a look. This is a really good guitar."

Jackson was also a musical instrument lover. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. At that time, he left in a hurry and did not have time to buy it. When he returned, the shop had already sold it. Now it suddenly appeared here, and he had no idea who went through all these troubles for him.

His vexation seemed to have subsided a little. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box, reaching out to touch the smooth strings of the guitar.

"Bastain, check which fan sent it and pay them back."

After all, it was worth tens of thousands of dollars. He couldn't let his fans spend that money.

at you, other people like to receive gifts from their fans, but you're too pretentious. If the gifts are a little expensive, you wanted to give them their money back. Don't you remember that wealthy fan in

a daze and

were still too young, so it was easy for them to get obsessed with someone and do something irrational. After all, they were his fans, so he indulged them most

The female assistant sighed.

nothing. I think the fans now are worse. Remember the woman Jackson hugged at the

stop talking, but Jackson already heard every single word she

glanced at the assistant and his agent. "What did

Bastain, who was desperately signalling her to stop, feeling

to

"It's getting late. Go to

by the collar of his shirt till he was barely standing on the ground. The anger in Jackson's eyes was petrifying. He looked

knew about it?" He

with us... It has nothing to do with Bastain too,

to find out who she was... They found her workplace and that she

it was Bastain who leaked the news that Jennifer and Jackson were in the same high

loosened his grip

a long time, unable to shake away the chilliness

fans..." The female assistant wanted to say something, but when she met with Jackson cold gaze, she immediately

grabbed

glass coffee table and the guitar were damaged, leaving the shattered guitar and

was

the corners of his mouth were twitching.

him and everyone

his mouth but didn't dare to say anything

said before

was stunned for a while before she