"Identity? What do you think my identity is?" Harry Zachary asked blankly, then continued before Hannah Hargrave could speak, "A call-boy who comes and goes at your beck and call? Or a friend you call for a fling when you’re lonely?"

"Do you not want to do your job as an assistant anymore?" Hannah slammed the coffee cup down on the table with a loud noise.

Threatened by his boss, Harry wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he smirked coldly and asked, "What else if not an assistant? A full-time call-boy? Kept and raised just to serve you alone?"

Hannah...

She knew Harry had always been jealous of Nicholas Croft, perhaps because they were both male creatures. But he had never dared to defy her or talk back to her before.

Once again, she picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, her eyes fixed on Harry. As she put the cup down, she smirked lazily and asked, "To serve me alone? Afraid your skills aren’t up to par."

Harry’s eyes tightened. Men are most sensitive to being belittled by women in this regard.

He could tolerate her looking down on him, but not this!

He smirked, looked at Hannah, and coldly retorted, "Not up to par? Then why is it that every time you scream nonstop, and every time you’re shaking like a leaf?"

"You!" Hannah was speechless with anger. Fortunately, there weren’t many customers in the café, and their voices were not loud.

"Shh..." Seeing Hannah about to rage, Harry put his index finger to his lips, eyes sparkling with laughter, and his handsome face was quite attractive.

"Lower your voice. If you like to scream, let’s find a place with no people..."

Hannah glared at him coldly and took another sip of coffee in a huff.

Harry stood up from his seat, came over to Hannah, and pushed her in slightly before sitting down.

"Why so angry, is Director Croft not satisfying you?"

Harry smiled suggestively, and his breath teased Hannah’s ear, tickling her.

Hannah turned her head unhappily to look at him, only to hear him continue, "No worries, I can help. Moreover, let you experience who makes you feel better, me or Director Croft..."

Harry’s skills, Hannah never doubted. A man under thirty, attractive, obedient, and strong...these were the aspects she was very pleased with.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is it because you want it?" Harry teased, an indecent demeanor, prompting Hannah to instinctively lick her lips.

Hannah frowned and bit her lip, let out a soft "hmm," and glared at Harry.

Seeing Hannah’s response, Harry suddenly leaned in closer, his warm lips nearing her ear, "Let’s go to the car, I’ll make you comfortable..."

After speaking, Harry grabbed the coat from inside, draped it over her shoulders, then pulled her hand, leading her toward the café door.

The two of them got into the car, Harry started the engine, and the blue Maserati pulled out of the parking space, swiftly heading down the street towards a certain direction.

Meanwhile, a regular Volkswagen started up from a parking spot at the café.