My CEO Husband Let His Secretary Insult Me

Summary

I fell asleep in Andrew's office.

When I woke up, I realized there were several large characters stamped across my face.

[Pork Quality: Grade One.]

Andrew's secretary, Hazel, was holding a pork inspection stamp, smiling at me with open provocation.

"A pampered socialite like you should just stay at home and be a decorative vase," she sneered. "Stop coming to the company and interfering with our work."

I smashed the cup on the spot.

Shards of porcelain scattered through the air like starlight, flying straight toward Hazel.