I reluctantly agreed. If I couldn't unearth any leads, I'd have to go along with the gossip.
After all, no woman could escape jealousy.
I slipped into a figure-hugging skirt and arrived at the meeting venue, steeling myself as I adjusted my collar and passed the documents to Michael. But he didn't spare me a glance, not even a single glance.
Instead, it was Mr. Mackinzie who sat beside Michael who groped my buttocks under the table.
I jerked away as if struck by electricity, shooting him a fierce glare. He smirked back, his expression wicked and rubbed his chin suggestively.
Michael clearly saw it all but remained eerily silent.
"Mr. Shaw, your secretary looks really stunning," Landon's oily voice interjected.
"Go and join Mr. Mackinzie for dinner tonight," Michael's words made me grit my teeth, but I held my tongue.
Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, "Partnership with Mackinzie Industries is crucial. Play along at dinner and I'll give you the answers you seek."
“Yes, sir！”
The dinner hadn't even started yet when Michael sent over a dress for me—a stunning burgundy gown.