Bossy CEO and His Runaway Secretary
img img Bossy CEO and His Runaway Secretary img Chapter 1 Secret
Chapter 7 Fight back img
Chapter 8 Do you want me img
Chapter 9 Afraid of injections img
Chapter 10 Recruite a new chief secretary img
Chapter 11 Morning sickness img
Chapter 12 Who was following me img
Chapter 13 A hanged up call img
Chapter 14 Come for me img
Chapter 15 A kiss img
Chapter 16 Pay the price img
Chapter 17 Give him the come-on img
Chapter 18 A deleted call log img
Chapter 19 A prey img
Chapter 20 Ideas about marriage img
Chapter 21 Little revenge img
Chapter 22 A couple in the elevator img
Chapter 23 Borrow a condom img
Chapter 24 It hurts img
Chapter 25 High standard aesthetic img
Chapter 26 Invalid threat img
Chapter 27 Unpleasant business trip img
Chapter 28 An obviously daft plan img
Chapter 29 Stem a murder img
Chapter 30 He wants to fuck me img
Chapter 31 Handiwork img
Chapter 32 Wake him up img
Chapter 33 Sad story of the past img
Chapter 34 A sycamore tree img
Chapter 35 One more condition img
Chapter 36 So he can really cook img
Chapter 37 He's not a gentleman img
Chapter 38 Collapsing house img
Chapter 39 Dominant and submissive img
Chapter 40 Requite or revenge img
Chapter 41 Play a dirty trick img
Chapter 42 Firing Eveline img
Chapter 43 A rebellious and irritable cat img
Chapter 44 You evil dumbass img
Chapter 45 Give a good play img
Chapter 46 Claims for payment img
Chapter 47 Strangers in the room img
Chapter 48 I was carrying his child img
Chapter 49 The baby is gone img
Chapter 50 Why lie to me img
Chapter 51 Let my child call another man father img
Chapter 52 Never to get bullied img
Chapter 53 Realized how much you mean to him img
Chapter 54 Take a cherry img
Chapter 55 Bring her home img
Chapter 56 His dreaded grandfather img
Chapter 57 A large cheque img
Chapter 58 A Psychological war img
Chapter 59 Extraordinarily like your father img
Chapter 60 Her tastes have changed img
Chapter 61 Lick my shoes up! img
Chapter 62 Do you believe everything I say img
Chapter 63 Cook for me img
Chapter 64 The thief that stole my house img
Chapter 65 Bossy CEO, Runaway Sweetheart Secretary img
Chapter 66 I'm just homesick img
Chapter 67 Do you miss him img
Chapter 68 The Mystery Donor img
Chapter 69 I came for her img
Chapter 70 Secrets of Mom img
Chapter 71 Miss Hawn, how do you do img
Chapter 72 Don't be afraid, I'm here img
Chapter 73 Long-awaited sex img
Chapter 74 Neighbor opposite the door img
Chapter 75 Planning Revenge img
Chapter 76 Wedding Chaos img
Chapter 77 The scary man in memories img
Chapter 78 The benefactor is him img
Chapter 79 She is my wife img
Chapter 80 Back to Pearl City img
Chapter 81 Causes of Jennifer's Unemployment img
Chapter 82 Ex-Chief Secretary img
Chapter 83 Damn rich img
Chapter 84 Flip over from next door img
Chapter 85 The fake Alina img
Chapter 86 Shit, got caught! img
Chapter 87 The unspeakable thanks img
Chapter 88 The Stone Family img
Chapter 89 Art Exhibition img
Chapter 90 Relationship between me and her img
Chapter 91 The Crazy Rebecca img
Chapter 92 He knows it img
Chapter 93 Seeking help img
Chapter 94 Take Him Home img
Chapter 95 100 million for your child img
Chapter 96 Patricia is different for me img
Chapter 97 The wounds on his back img
Chapter 98 Look after him overnight img
Chapter 99 Each harbors a secret img
Chapter 100 The Confession Next Door img
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Bossy CEO and His Runaway Secretary

Gretchen 2022
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Chapter 1 Secret

(Patricia's POV)

The misty morning light fell into the room, I squinted slightly and counted back the time that Randall got up from 100.

34, 33, 32, 31...

Just when I was about to fall asleep, there was movement from the pillow.

Randall woke up.

He got out of bed, and judging from the direction of the footsteps, he should go to the bathroom to wash up.

This was nearly a minute earlier than usual.

Over the past four years, he had slept with me for countless times, adjusting my biological clock to a state in sync with his, and I could even clearly record the moment he leaves.

Randall maintained good habits: always wore condoms, never stayed overnight, and insisted on leaving at 3 a.m.

But there were exceptions to everything, just like his wrong wake-up time today. A slight deviation sometimes could lead to an unpredictable consequence.

Randall walked out of the bathroom and put on a silver-gray suit. He looked cold, which was completely different from last night when he wanted to fuck me to death in the bed.

Randall was undoubtedly good-looking. From the first time I met him, it was clear to me that the praise for his appearance was not an exaggeration. His angular face seemed carved, revealing a god-like beauty that made people want to approach involuntarily.

But his cold character was enough to keep all women away.

I had a say about this, even when he was thrusting hard on top of me and immersed in desire, he didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about sex.

Looking at his back as he was about to leave, my voice suddenly became hoarse and I whispered, "Mister Rayfiel, goodbye."

Randall's footsteps paused for a moment.

He didn't look back and didn't respond, just continued walking out in the dark.

I couldn't help sighing slightly.

Four years ago, I came to the well-known Rayfiel Company as an intern. The position was Randall's secretary.

The greatest luck and misfortune in my life happened one day shortly after I joined the company.

I accompanied Randall to socialize. He was calculated to be drunk by a competitor, and I became his antidote.

After this one-night sex, my life changed dramatically.

In front of others, I was his chief secretary. But behind others, I was his sex toy.

The kind of sex toy that is personally ordered.

This special relationship lasted for four years, but just the day before yesterday, he issued a notice to break up.

This chaotic relationship started with him and ended with him. From start to finish, I didn't have any options.

I thought, if nothing else, last night would be the last time I had sex with him, and we wouldn't have the chance to meet again in the future.

I stood up slowly, like packing my messy mood, packed my suitcase, and went downstairs.

A gray shadow was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and I recognized at a glance that this person was Randall's special assistant Ethan.

There was also a laptop on Ethan's lap. He tapping quickly, obviously still dealing with company affairs.

Since I came to Rayfiel, I have worked with Ethan, and he was also one of the few people who knew about my secret relationship with Randall.

Ethan looked up at me and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. His eyes finally landed on the suitcase in my hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Ready to leave?"


I pretended to be relaxed and sat opposite Ethan.

Ethan then moved the computer away and handed me the documents he had prepared. He cleared his throat and said, "Miss Hawn, this is for you."

I took a deep breath and took the paper.

There were several real estate transfer agreements, including the villa I lived in now, and a lot of cash. These things was at least 10 million dollars in a total.

The value of this document should have made other women jump in surprise, but I was inexplicably stunned. A frustrating question filled my head. In just one day, Randall made the compensation plan so well, how long ago did he start planning to let me go?

Or, before me, he had let Ethan handle many women like me skillfully?

No matter what the answer was, it made me feel uncomfortable.

Ethan handed over a pen, and he whispered: "MissHawn, if you have any other needs, you can also bring it up. As long as It was not too much, with your affection, boss will definitely satisfy you."

I smiled self-deprecatingly, tried to calm my mood, and replied in the most dull tone: "Please say thanks to Randall for me, he is really generous to bed partner."

For Randall, I'm just a tool to vent his desires. If you mentioned the love, it would cross the line, right?

I neatly signed the document, then took out the resignation letter I had prepared for long ago from my bag, handed it to Ethan, and said politely, "Thank you."

Ethan lightly accepted my resignation letter, "Any time."

Ethan didn't seem surprised about my resignation.

Obviously, Randall wanted to end this underground affair with me. If I want to continue to work as his personal secretary, that was humiliating myself.

I smiled lightly, "I won't be Randall's secretary anymore, you can call me Patricia."

Over the past few years, Ethan and I have been working well together. Putting aside my complicated relationship with Randall, Ethan is definitely the most responsible and gentle colleague I've ever met.

Ethan gave a thin smile, “Sure. Take care. Patricia.”

Then he turned and went away.

I looked at the back of Ethan's departure, raised my hand and gently touched the still flat belly, and let out a long breath.

In fact, even if Randall didn't mention breaking up, I had to find a way to get out.

I hid a huge secret,a secret that Randall has been a part of it but would never know.


I didn't stay too long at the villa. After a brief breakfast, I went out, stuffed my suitcase into the trunk, and drove directly to the hospital.

Within the time of the appointment, I came to the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology.

My best friend ,Jennifer, looked sullen and checked me out without saying a word,which is very different from her usual smiley face. It is only at times like this that I will remember that she is a very good ob-gyn.

At this moment, the silence of my dear friend made me extremely nervous.

It wasn't until all the checks were done that Jennifer's face looked a little better.

Jennifer took the checklist, "Don't worry, my goddaughter is healthy."

Hearing her said that, I smiled: "How do you know It was not a boy?"

"Hmm, just a hunch." Jennifer smiled and handed me the checklist, "Look at it by yourself, you should understand?"

I looked carefully, and several important indicators on the checklist were all normal.

My mother got mammary cancer when I was 10 years old. Throughout my adolescence, I was all running in the hospital and at home. I have seen too many checklists and drug reimbursement. It was not difficult for me to read a few checklists.

Jennifer couldn't help reminding me, "Although the child is very strong, you still have to take it easy. Don't be too violent when sleeping with Mister Rayfiel. It was easy to get into trouble."

When mentioned his name, I suddenly can't laugh out.

"Randall gave me a breakup fee and I'm free from today."

Jennifer stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth was in an O-shape in surprise, showing a look of disbelief.

She came up to me, lowered her voice and asked, "How much did he give?"

My short-lived sadness was all washed away by her lovely appearance of a money fan.

I raised my hand and squeezed Jennifer's fleshy face, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you when you don't want to work anymore."

Jennifer's face was full of surprise: "Happiness came so suddenly, I just made a wish to God a few days ago that my bestie will become a millionaire. Has this come true?"

I was infected by her smile and couldn't help but smile.

The baby in the womb was more than a month old.

Having a child out of wedlock was never a part of my life plan, but the plan would always encounter surprises. Despite the measures Randall and I took each time, I was still pregnant.

When I found out I was pregnant, I came to Jennifer in a panic. After a full diagnosis, she told me a sad situation as an ob-gyn: my uterus was not very healthy. If I lost this child, I would almost impossible to be a mother again.

I didn't think too long before I decided to keep the child. But the premise was that it must be hidden from Randall.

"I have already arranged to sell all the real estate and all the other things that Randall gave me before. And then I will take the money back to the country town to bring my child into the world. After that, I will never come back."

I gently stroked my stomach, looking forward to a better future. The 'goodbye' I said to Randall in the morning was, in fact, never seen again in this life.

This city was the domain of the Rayfiel Family, and even if I left the company, there was no guarantee that he would not find out that I secretly gave birth to his child in the future.

So I had to leave completely.

"Patty, aren't you really going to tell Mister Rayfiel about your pregnancy? Maybe he will marry you and accept this child?"

Jennifer asked naively.

"Impossible." I smiled bitterly.

I used to think that Randall and I were special to each other.

When I first decided to apply a job at the company. I just had the mentality of having a try. After all, my resume was really not that great compared to other competitors. But Randall directly chose me to be his secretary during the interview.

On that day, I fell in love with Randall at first sight. Not because of his prominent family background and handsome appearance, but because he was so similar to the boy who rescued me in the country town.

But after getting along, I could clearly felt that Randall was far from the kind-hearted teenager in my memory. I checked his footprints over the years, and it was confirmed that Randall had never been to my home town.

For the past four years, he treated me more like a owner treats a pet. Randall was an elusive owner, and I was a well-behaved cat waiting by his side.

His attitude towards me was always changing. Obviously, the frequency of having sex with me had increased a lot these days, but he also could ruthlessly tell me to break up.

Randall was tired of me, I guess. However, in line with the idea of making the best use of everything, before throwing it away, he had to used it a few times before it was not a loss.

How could such a ruthless and calculating Mister Rayfiel allow me to have his child?