Camila nodded to show that she already knew that.

Without another word, Wynter went to the kitchen to get her visitor refreshments.

“Have some tea, please," she offered once she returned.

Wynter felt uneasy having Camila over that she Looked like a visitor in her own home.

“Thank you," Camila, who was sitting on the sofa, replied with a smile. Wynter lowered her eyes, not daring to Look into Camila's, and then cut to the chase.

“I have my reason for not going abroad.”

“Tell me." Camila held up the teacup and took a sip.

As Isaac's secretary, Wynter was very confident and capable. However, it did not seem to be the case in front of Camila.

Camila seemed to outshine her.

It could be said that if Wynter and Camila stood side by side, people would notice the latter more.

Not only did Camila have a prettier face, but she also had an excellent temperament.

Her tranquil and serene demeanor was so captivating that it drew people toward her. But at the same time, they dared not to do so.

Wynter looked up at Camila and indifferently said, "I'm a secretary. Do you know what a secretary's job is?"

If Camila was better at her in those aspects, then Wynter would outdo her in her specialty!

Camila showed that she wasn't intimidated by Wynter. With a cold, indifferent tone, she asked, “Does it have anything to do with your Leaving or not?"

Wynter answered, “Although I'm just a secretary, I'm not like the other ones who only answer phones and prepare the trivial details during the meeting. I need to Listen to Mr. Johnston's orders at all times, plan his schedules, and pay attention to all the documents sent by the departments. After sorting them out, I then report to Mr. Johnston for his approval. Then, I prioritize these problems..."

As Wynter spoke, her tone was clear and professional.

“My main job is to make sure my boss is prepared. Since Mr. Johnston isn't going there, why should I go?"

After listening to her talk a lot, Camila nodded and said, “So you're afraid that you might go there and have no work waiting for you?"

“Mr. Johnston isn't there, so there's nothing for me there."

"I see." Then, Camila flashed a smile at Wynter.

“What if I reassign you to a different position?"

ALL of a sudden, Wynter's expression changed.

“I can't," she answered without hesitation.

Camila wasn't surprised by her reaction. "Why is that?" she asked, her smile still lingering on her face.