They ridiculed her for assisting a feeble old stranger, then stood stunned upon discovering his true identity…

As an assistant, you didn’t notice the documents were swapped. Not only are you careless, you lack basic responsibility. Dare to make a bet with me.

Give me one month. If I can prove myself as a competent assistant, let me stay and work in the design department. It’s you? That Amelia Clarke girl.

Kind and capable. I see potential in her. Fine.

Out of respect for grandpa, I’ll give her another chance. Okay. You’ve got one month.

And if you fail… I’ll pay you six months salary. Fine. Give me the deposit.

Why does this card look familiar? I was just joking. Your petty cash means nothing to me. One month.

Succeed and stay. Fail and get lost. I’ll start work tomorrow.

Idiot. See you tomorrow. Morning, Victoria.

Good morning, Victoria. Morning, Sister Victoria. Amelia Clarke.

Weren’t you fired by Mr. Harrington? Mr. Harrington’s got a sharp eye for talent. He kept me again. How’s that? Annoyed? You… James Harrington’s making exceptions for her again.

Still no leads on the mystery wife. Another rival joins the fray. Victoria, I’ve got tissues here.

Get lost. Mr. Harrington. Your coffee, Mr. Harrington.

No milk, sugar, or ice, right? Leave it there. Something else? Won’t you try it? Get out. Oh.

Not bad at all. What do you think you’re doing? Amelia Clarke. Don’t tell me you’re Mr. Harrington’s mystery wife.

Are you insane? How could I be Mr. Harrington’s secret wife? You better not be. Or else I’ll… You lunatic. Got it.

On my way. Amelia Clarke. You’ve got what you wanted.

Where’s the money? I asked you to investigate. James Harrington’s secret wife. Not this woman.

Dig deeper. You dare trick me, bitch? Where’s your promised return to Harrington Industries? Want to hit me? Come on. Aim right here.

Coward. Amelia Clarke is our common enemy. Only when she’s gone.

Can I bring you back? Amelia Clarke. What’s your next move? Fine. This time I’ll make her suffer properly.

About CEO Harrington’s divorce from his wife. What’s your take? Not my business. Aren’t you into Mr. Harrington? If you like Mr. Harrington, go chase him.

Stop harassing me all day. If you don’t like Mr. Harrington, why keep clinging to him? I want to join the design department. You keep blocking me.

Besides, I’m already married. You’re married? When did this happen? It’s on my resume. So can you please stop targeting me? James Harrington would never go for a married woman.

I should focus on finding that mysterious lady first. Fine. By the way, you go to Oakwood International to pick up Mr. Baxter.

Mr. Baxter? Mr. Baxter is a key client. Treat him with care. Got it.

I’ll go. She’s already gone. Get ready.

That’s Amelia Clarke. It’s her. Perfect.

Leaving post during work hours. Let’s see where she’s really going. Mr. Baxter, are you awake? I’m here to pick you up.

Mr. Baxter, stay back. Open the door. Get the key card at the front desk.

Yes, Mr. Harrington. Amelia Clarke, I know you’re in there. Help.

What’s Mr. Harrington doing here? Amelia Clarke, look at yourself. What kind of state is this? What’s wrong with you? You smell amazing. Amelia Clarke, you.

It’s so hot. Amelia Clarke, calm down. Set the AC to 16 degrees.

Mr. Harrington, this… She was probably drugged. I’ll take her to the hospital. Find out who was in that room.

Yes, Mr. Harrington. You’re awake. Why am I in a hospital? If I hadn’t brought you here, you’d have torn me apart.

Never thought you’d be so wild behind that innocent face. What do you mean? You smell nice. What have I done? I actually forced a kiss on my boss.

Yesterday you swore to win our bet, then sneaked out during work to hook up with someone. No. I went to pick up Mr. Baxter… Oh no, Mr. Baxter.

Mr. Baxter? I don’t recall. Any client named Mr. Baxter in our records? Nice try making up stories. I’m not lying.

Then why was there a creep in the room? I must have gone to the wrong room. Who told you to meet Mr. Baxter? Victoria. Oliver Bennett, bring Victoria to the hospital.

What? You incompetent idiot. This wasn’t my fault, miss. And Mr. Harrington wants to see you at the hospital.

Mr. Harrington, the hospital is too dry. Could you pass me that? Your hands are dirty. Let me do it.

Come here. Let me see your face. You seem to really like this.

Our company’s products are just that good. Don’t think a few compliments. We’ll get you a permanent position.

Cheapskate. Mr. Harrington, I’ve brought them. Mr. Harrington, you wanted to see me? Did you send Amelia Clarke to Oakwood International Room 206? Huh? I think that did happen.

How come I haven’t heard that? There is a client named Mr. Baxter in our company. Mr. Lee? I thought I told her to pick up Mr. Baxter. Oh no.

Am I getting fired again? Really? Then why wasn’t Mr. Baxter in the room? There was a pervert inside. About what I asked you to check. Mr. Harrington, the front desk records show the name as Daniel Fletcher.

Daniel Fletcher? That can’t be right. I’ll call Mr. Baxter immediately. What? You already left? Sir.

I didn’t know Mr. Baxter had already left. So the person Amelia Clarke went to meet was actually that Daniel Fletcher, that bastard. You can go.

Amy. Grandma, what are you doing here? Isn’t this the person from Amy’s red book? Grandma, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell? I’m fine. I came to refill my prescription.

Young man, you’re Amy’s husband? Amelia Clarke, you told your family I’m your husband? It’s not me. Grandma, there’s a misunderstanding. Misunderstanding for what? Your marriage certificate? He’s my boss.

Not my husband. Boss? Must be my old memory failing. Grandma’s getting old.

Made a mistake. Amelia Clarke, come here for a second. Boss.

Let me make this clear. I don’t like you. Nor will I ever.

And office romances are off limits. Whatever lies you’ve been spreading, you need to clarify this mess. Otherwise, you’ll only embarrass yourself.

Who’d even like you? Crazy. This is absurd. Let’s go change and head home, Grandma.

This outfit. Why is it identical to my mystery husband’s? But the same outfit looks much better on my mysterious husband. Newbie, do you know why President Harrington sent Daniel Fletcher? To Birmingham for President Baxter? Daniel Fletcher was already fired, wasn’t he? He’s being specially assigned.

From now on, he won’t be that dignified manager. He anymore. He’ll be stuck dealing with President Baxter.

President Baxter. Is he difficult to deal with? You’re new here. President Baxter loves extreme sports.

Every year, the company picks brave staff from secretarial depth to handle him. That pervert, Daniel Fletcher, is such a coward. He’ll probably wet his pants daily now.

Serves him right. He shouldn’t harass female colleagues. Bring coffee to my office.

Yes, sir. Come in. Your coffee, President Harrington.

So she is this obsessed with me? Where’s my notebook? Forget it. I’ll organize it digitally. I made myself perfectly clear yesterday.

Why won’t she give up? He’s got bad luck in love. Just reject them outright. Say you already have someone you like.

If all else fails, say you’re into guys. Mr. Harrington, so it’s here with you. Actually, I already have someone special.

When Mr. Harrington sees this notebook, he’ll see how dedicated I am. That radiant smile. Yes, it didn’t work.

You… Can you tone it down a bit? Stop being so obvious. Ah. Why is she still here? Mr. Harrington…