Fidelia watched him leave, feeling at a loss. It was Isaac who suddenly pulled her close, but now, he was so cold and alienating. What on earth went on in that man's head?

But she was new here, so she didn't dare to question his strange behavior.

Instead, she did what he asked.

Soon, Willie trotted over towards Isaac. "You wanted to see me, Mr.

Johnston?"

"She saw me holding that girl just now, but she wasn't the least bit angry. Does she not care about me at all?" Isaac asked gloomily.

He was always a shrewd and decisive man, but when it came to matters related to Camila, he always lost his composure.

Perhaps it was because he had feelings for her, or perhaps he was simply too eager to win her over.

Either way, he only ever listened to Willie's advice for Camila's sake. But when he saw that Camila even smiled at him as he held another girl in his arms, he felt very disappointed.

“Maybe she's just pretending," Willie suggested, attempting to console his boss.

However, this only served to piss Isaac off even more. What a stupid idea!

Obviously, Camila wasn't jealous because she didn't give a damn about him.

"Send that girl away. Now!"

After saying that, Isaac got in his car and left.

Willie pursed his Lips, lost in thought. It seemed Isaac had given up halfway.

Camila had only seen them together once. Maybe she just didn't think much of it. If she saw Isaac with that girl multiple times, maybe she'd start to show signs of jealousy.

Willie then made up his mind and walked back towards the office. Standing at the door, Fidelia looked at him and asked in a low voice, “Did I do something wrong? Did I make Mr. Johnston angry?"

She had no idea that the only reason why Isaac was so upset was that Camila didn't even flinch when she saw him with another woman.

“Do you know how to cook?" Willie suddenly asked.

Fidelia shook her head in confusion.

Willie sighed. He had planned to ask her to go to the villa and cook dinner for Isaac so as to make Camila jealous.

But it turned out that Fidelia was hopeless in the kitchen.

"Then... What else are you good at?" Willie asked helplessly.

“Singing and dancing."

Willie was rendered speechless. How was that supposed to help Isaac? “Willie, I'm supposed to be a secretary here, right? How's your question related to secretarial work?" she asked in confusion.