Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Seeing as Henson agreed to the idea, Principle Burke felt relieved and he chirped up, "If that's the case, why not let my daughter Nancy here be your personal assistant, Master Henson? She's an alumni of the university and she studied in the same faculty as you did, so I thought she might be of great help to you and-" 

"You want Miss Billy to be my personal assistant? Forget about it," Henson interrupted before he could finish. He shook his head afterwards.

Nancy, who was sitting in a corner, suddenly had an anxious look on her face as she stood up from her seat. "I promise I can be a good assistant, so please give me a chance, Sir," she begged.

Henson remained calm and expressionless, but his voice sounded quite cold, "Absolutely not. You can't even keep a secret well, thus you've failed the first requirement of being my personal assistant - knowing when to keep your mouth shut," he snapped.

"I can change, I promise you I won't be so loose-lipped next time," she kept insisting while nodding profusely. "I swear I'll keep my mouth shut from now on," she pleaded.

He smiled faintly. "I clearly instructed Burke here to keep the matter of my being a guest lecturer an absolute secret, so why did you go and blab your mouth to everyone about it? If you did this as an employee in my company, you'd be fired long ago," he reprimanded.

"I didn't know that the matter needed to be kept a secret," she muttered sheepishly.

"She's right, Master Henson. I'm the one to blame for all of this as I didn't tell her about how it should be kept a secret," President Burke piped up apologetically.

"How reliable can one's daughter be if their father isn't as well? As daughter of the university's president, if you can't even keep university matters a secret, how can I be sure that you won't leak my company's secrets? Ergo, I refuse to take up such an incompetent person as my personal assistant," Henson sneered in reply.

She felt like the more she spoke, the deeper the grave she was digging for herself now. "I swear I've only told Miss Evans about the matter," she admitted.

"Isn't Wendy a human being?" Henson snapped.

She fell silent. Now that the situation had escalated to such a degree, she didn't know what else she could say to defend herself. After all, it was her fault for not being able to keep a secret in the first place. 

"Speaking of Wendy, I feel that she's a suitable candidate to be my personal assistant. I heard that she used to be one of the top achievers on campus, and since she also worked as a private tutor for my younger brother, I've already assessed and interviewed her thoroughly. So, let's just have her as my personal assistant instead," he continued.

"But wait, Miss Evans also leaked the secret," she hurriedly interjected.

"Oh, really?" He said and raised an eyebrow.

"How would you have found out about it if she didn't tell you? I was the one who leaked the secret to her after all," she reasoned.

"You don't have the right to compare yourself to her right now. Just admit you were in the wrong. You making excuses won't change anything now,"  he scoffed

and got up from his seat. He then turned to face Burke. "It's settled then. Be sure to inform Wendy of my decision for her to be my personal assistant. One person might not suffice for the task though, so ask her to find two more people she trusts to help her. But of course, that excludes Miss Billy," he instructed.

You have yourself a

this Wendy Evans girl,

dare

Master Henson's matters a secret? Why in the world did you tell

know that she'd tell him about it?" she

Howell, so you better be careful in the future," he

long as she doesn't get married to Howell, she won't have anything to do with the Charles

take good care of Wendy. Why do you keep insisting that she has nothing to do with Charles family then? If she really had nothing to do with them, why would he even tell

Surely Wendy wasn't as capable as

meanwhile in the office, Wendy's phone started ringing as she was

she quickly picked up the

news, Wendy. Since Mr. Charles is currently lacking a personal assistant, I'll need you to fill that role starting next week when he arrives on campus again. You'll only

"Huh? Me?" she gasped.

to help you in this task. So, when next Friday rolls around, you'll need to assist him in his teaching duties. I hope

hung up

were clenched as she recalled what

letting her sit in for his lecture. "So, this was

on campus if she were to be his

to do it

either. It'd be beneficial for her to find two more people to help her out, but was there any way she could do it without

overlord,"

her phone

her was a startled Carmen who asked, "What's up with you, Wendy? Did the president trouble you with anything

"Huh?" Wendy gaped.

her eyes flickered as she suddenly thought of

president actually gave me- no, US a really

glimmer of excitement on her face when she said

'Interesting' task?" Carmen

our office volunteer ourselves to be Mr. Charles personal assistants for his lecture every Friday. We'd only need to assist him in his

the office also turned to

I'm definitely not dreaming now,"

taste, Wendy. Why would the president ever look