"As Mr. Johnston's secretary, your job is to take good care of him. Now, come with me."

Fidelia nodded and obediently followed him inside the office.

As Willie walked, he said, "I have a job for you. You must do it well, got it?"

“Okay, I'm listening," Fidelia replied.

Willie waved his hand, gesturing for Fidelia to come closer. When she was close enough, he bent his body and whispered something.

Fidelia's expression turned into a serious one as she blinked her beautiful eyes.

After a series of nodding and questioning, she finally responded, "I got it."

Fidelia then turned her body to leave, but Willie reminded her again, saying, “Remember, you must not have any inappropriate motive. Do you understand?"

Fidelia nodded her head obediently. "I know."

Hearing this, Willie was satisfied and showed a grin.

“That's good." Soon, the evening came, and it was time for everyone to return home. After confirming that Isaac had arrived at the villa, Willie immediately called Fidelia and told her to carry out their plan.

In the villa, Camila was reading a book on the sofa. From the corner of her eye, she could see Isaac entering. Despite his tiredness, Isaac could still maintain his amazing posture as he walked toward Camila. However, she pretended like she didn't care and just continued reading the books.

Of course, her mind was somewhere else even though her eyes were fixed solely on the book.

There was a whirl of thoughts inside her small head. How could Isaac tell that he Loved her when he had another woman behind her back?

And... he even had sex with her!

Indeed, men were incapable of using their brains to solve things. Rather, they used their lower bodies Like wild animals.

He could have sex with any woman. It didn't matter if he loved the woman or not. As long as he was satisfied and had the woman he wanted, everything was fine.

She had initially thought that Isaac lost his mind because he was so angry. However, it seemed that he was no different from any other man. Every man liked beautiful women with good body curves. Isaac was no exception and couldn't resist the temptation as well, no matter how much he claimed that he Loved Camila.

Isaac casually threw his coat on the sofa and made his way to the table. He stood right in front of Camila and Looked down at her lovely face.

“Don't you have anything to tell me?" said Isaac. Annoyance lingered in his voice even though it wasn't that obvious.

Since Isaac took the initiative to talk, Camila had no choice but to open her mouth. She said, "No." She took her eyes away from the book and smiled. With her pretentious smile and nonchalant tone, she seemed sarcastic.

Camila was trying her best to pretend like nothing mattered to her. Nothing he did would make her feel down; that was an act that she had to put on even if it was not true.

She was afraid that she would suffer because of Isaac. She couldn't let that happen.

If she cried and screamed, wouldn't it show that she cared about him very much?

Even if she really cared about him, she would not make it so obvious. Rather, she would act like she didn't care at all!