I Quit Being His Foolish Secretary and Became a Billionaire Heiress

The day I first met the street girl Marco Delgado had taken in, I had just outrun a departing train in my heels to make a sit-down and seal a pact.

Gianna Russo looked at the beads of sweat at my temples, ran a critical eye up and down my body, and pouted, whining in a syrupy voice,

"Marco, sweetie, this is your so-called right hand? Don't tell me she's just some little arm-candy who closes arrangements fresh out of somebody's bed."

My composure had held through backrooms full of made men who wanted me dead. It had never been tested like this. The calm on my face nearly cracked.