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

What’s happening to me? Why is my heart racing? I’m into guys. Why is he telling me this? Am I his trusted confidant now? But Mr. Harrington is married. This must be why they divorced.

Don’t worry, Mr. Harrington. I’ll take your secret to the grave. Mr. Harrington.

Wait, that’s not right. She’s the one who likes me. Why should I avoid her? Two people come with me.

To dine with Mr. Fletcher from Hangtong. Victoria, you’re with me. You come too.

Your coffee, Mr. Harrington. She just started working here. She can already go out to discuss matters with Mr. Harrington.

Who knows if she’s using underhanded tactics to seduce Mr. Harrington. Mr. Harrington has a wife. Is she trying to be his mistress? Victoria’s still here.

Amelia Clarke, you’ll pay for this. Mr. Fletcher. Long time no see, Mr. Harrington.

Please, come in. Excuse me, may I have a menu? That’s all, thank you. What did she just order? Replace longjing shrimp with spiced peanuts.

Swap mu tie for beer. Understood. Mr. Fletcher is allergic to peanuts.

Amelia Clarke, let’s see how you handle this. Why did you order beer? I requested bijiu. I’ll fix this immediately.

Mr. Harrington, what’s the meaning of this? You knew about my peanut allergy, yet ordered so many peanuts? Amelia Clarke, explain this menu choice. Aren’t you aware of Mr. Fletcher’s allergy? Seems Harrington Industries isn’t serious about partnership. We might as well call off the contract.

Mr. Fletcher, she’s an intern. New hire, still learning the ropes. I’ll have these dishes removed at once.

Is that acceptable? Our apologies. Wrong dishes were served. What’s going on here? Remove them immediately.

All dishes are served. Please enjoy your meal. Mr. Fletcher.

Let’s conclude for today. We’ll discuss the contract another time. Hi, honey.

About the anniversary gift. Oh, I’ll come home early. Mr. Harrington, my wife’s gift.

Was that your arrangement? She absolutely adored it. Could I take some extra for her? Mr. Fletcher, I’m aware of your deep bond with Mrs. Fletcher. That’s why I took the liberty to gift her a set.

You’re welcome to take this set home. Since my wife has such faith in your company, I’m willing to collaborate. Glad you approve.

Mr. Fletcher, a toast to you. Here’s to you, Mr. Fletcher. To our successful collaboration.

Mr. Harrington, I’ll head out first. Pleasure working with you. Pleasure working with you.

Mr. Fletcher, drive safely. Victoria, what’s wrong with you today? Exposing company flaws in front of clients? No, Mr. Harrington. I was just in a hurry.

Enough excuses. Get back to work. Submit a 1,000-word report to Oliver Bennett.

Understood. How did you do it? Come closer and I’ll tell you. Not telling.

Amelia Clarke, are you asking for trouble? You dummy. There’s a courier. Can’t hold your liquor but drank so much? Mr. Harrington, returning to the villa? Not yet.

Take her home first. Got it. Amelia Clarke, wake up.

Where do you live? Where do you live? Sorry, Mr. Harrington, there’s a stray cat. Hello? Amy, why aren’t you back yet? Grandma, I’m Amelia Clarke’s boss. She’s had too much to drink.

Could you give me your address? I’ll take her home. What’s wrong with Amy? Grandma, please show us the way. Go.

Go straight ahead. Marriage certificate. Amelia Clarke is married.

Young man, here, wipe your sweat. Thanks for your hard work. Grandma, Amelia Clarke got married.

Yes, she said it was a whirlwind marriage. That husband of hers, after they got married, he hasn’t come back all year. Look at this one.

This man right here. Why can’t I see the face clearly? It’s me. Used it to prop up the table leg.

I’ll head back first. You’re married, yet you flirt with me? Take care. Morning, Mr. Harrington.

Got the cold shoulder, huh? Some think they’re irresistibly charming. Pathetic. Amelia Clarke, Mr. Harrington is a married man.

Have some self-respect. You’ve all misunderstood. There’s nothing between us.

Seems he treats you specially. I swear. Our relationship is purely professional.

Nothing could ever happen. Besides, Mr. Harrington prefers men. At least you know your place.

Mr. Harrington. Here’s Director Fletcher’s file. You’ll handle the collaboration in three days.

Close this deal and you’ll get a permanent position. Consider it done. Stop laughing.

Huh? You’re married already. Why smile at me? Are those related? Absolutely. Fine, I’ll stop.

I’ll make you coffee. Don’t bother. Victoria, you’ll handle my coffee from now on.

Yes, sir. Your coffee’s ready, Mr. Harrington. Mr. Harrington, I… I have a document here that needs Mr. Harrington’s signature.

Mr. Harrington is intoxicated, resting at Windsor Hotel. Understood. Amelia Clarke is already on her way.

I’ll take Mr. Harrington’s phone soon to message his wife. When she arrives, lead her to catch them in the act. Remember, you must act before the medication takes effect.

Ensure Amelia meets the wife face to face. This way, Mr. Harrington’s divorce proceedings will accelerate. Amelia will be branded a homewrecker and lose Mr. Harrington’s favor.

Amelia Clarke. Oh, Amelia Clarke. You just wait to be caught having an affair by his wife.

Why is it so hot? What’s going on? Assistant Amelia. Mr. Harrington’s inside. Open the door.

Mr. Harrington. Amelia Clarke. What’s wrong? You’re burning up.

Do you have a fever? Let me take you to the hospital. What? You said Madam Harrington didn’t go? Then James Harrington and Amelia Clarke must have… Ah. I actually slept with President Harrington.

Does this count as cheating? President Harrington’s condition yesterday. He seemed drugged. Wait.

A woman texted me last night. But room 506 was President Harrington’s. Is President Harrington my secret husband? A simple phone call will confirm it.

Hello? Woman’s voice. Hello? This is my husband’s phone. Why do you have it? Because your husband’s in my bed.

Mrs. Harrington won’t tolerate this. She’ll definitely speed up the divorce process with Mr. Harrington. Thank goodness.

It seems Mr. Harrington and my secret husband aren’t the same person. What a relief. I’ve been bad-mouthing Mr. Harrington to my secret husband.

If they were the same, I’d rather die than face that. Sleeping again? That’s all you do? Excuse me. Why is my phone here? Mr. Harrington, where were you yesterday? Your phone was off.

I was drugged. Find out who did this. On it right away.

By the way, where’s Amelia Clarke? She wasn’t at the office today. She claimed to be unwell and took sick leave. Unwell, you say? Mr. Harrington, where are you going? I’ve been thinking you should know something.

A woman called me yesterday. Claiming you’re cheating. Can’t talk now.

Someone’s at my door. You’re the boss who sent Amy to her home last time, right? That’s me. Heard she’s not feeling well.

Came to check on her. Who is it? What brings the big boss here? This kid. Please come in first.

Sure, Grandma. Here, have some fruits. Thanks, Grandma.

How old are you? Are you married? I’m 26 years old. Already married. Married? But you two look perfect for each other.

Too bad you’re married. Grandma, I was- To be honest, I’m getting divorced. Divorce? Divorce is good.

Amy’s husband hasn’t come back once in their whole marriage. He’s clearly no good. I’ll make sure Amy divorces him.

You and Amy would be great together. So Amelia Clarke’s husband treats her badly? Then I should take responsibility. Grandma? Enough about that.

You two talk. Why are you here? Heard you weren’t feeling well. Is this about yesterday? Stop.

What happened was just an accident. I know you were drugged. Let’s pretend nothing happened, okay? I’ll take responsibility.

What can you do to take responsibility for me? Through divorce? I’ll get divorced. No need. I’m fine.

Just leave. You’re not well. I’ll stay to take care of you.

I need to call my husband. Want to listen? Oh, really? Perfect. I’ve never met him.

Go ahead. I’ll stay quiet. Do you have some kind of fetish? Besides, it’s not a video call anyway.

You can’t even see his face. It’s fine. Just listening is okay.

We’re about to discuss some… …intimate matters. Still want to listen? Didn’t her grandmother say that her husband treated her badly? Are they actually loving after all? Fine. You insist on hearing this? I’ll let you listen.

Don’t bother. Get some rest. Why so interested in my personal life? Could it be… …he liked me? Hey.

You said someone used my phone to message you about cheating, but there’s no trace on my phone. Probably deleted it. When I called back later, a woman answered, said you were in her bed.

She acted all smug about it. Then went to claim ownership with my wife. I get it now.

By the way, do you mind if I’m with someone else? Of course not. Our marriage was a big deal. It was just for convenience.

Besides, you should have your own life and relationships. Does that bother you? Here’s the thing. I slept with someone yesterday too…