Driven by anger, Harold immediately dialed his secretary, intending to summon her to his office. To his surprise, Aline had arrived uninvited.

The secretary stumbled over her words, "Mr. Moore, I informed Miss Hanson that you were in a meeting, but...

Harold loosened his tie, his voice cold as ice.

“Let her in."

The secretary, taken aback, hastily brought Aline to the office.

Aline had dressed to impress, her tight-fitting dress accentuating her curves. Upon entering, she wrapped her arms around Harold's neck, her voice filled with concern.

“Are you feeling down? I wanted you to come to my place, but you said you were busy."

Harold kissed her passionately.

His expertise was obviously evident that Aline couldn't resist and responded eagerly. In no time, she started to moan with pleasure against his Lips.

Just as they were about to continue their intimate moment, Harold grabbed Aline's long hair gently, his voice a low murmur.

"Did you tell Rena about us?"

Caught off guard, Aline groaned and protested, “Harold, why bring her up? Let's just keep going..."

“It seems like it's true," Harold said, biting her cheek Lightly.

The woman was immediately taken aback.

Finally, she sensed something was amiss with Harold. He was different from his usual self, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Lost in her thoughts, Aline suddenly felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

Harold had gripped her hair tightly and yanked it with force. In an instant, her forehead collided with the table, blood trickling down from the impact.

Aline was in shock.

Harold showed no mercy, gripping her long hair tightly and forcing her to meet his cold gaze.

"Do you understand the consequences of spreading nonsense?"

Aline winced in pain, but her confusion outweighed the physical discomfort. Finally, she realized why Harold was so furious.

It was because he didn't want Rena to discover what had happened between him and Aline. But why?!