Twins in Her Womb Sir PresidentPlease be Gentle

The rhythmic click of high heels grew louder as they approached the conference room door.

Han adjusted her coat, her beautiful face with clear, striking eyes immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.

Confidently, she curled her crimson lipsticked lips, like the gentle turn of a rose petal, radiant and bright as if about to bloom, so beautiful that one could forget the scars hidden in her eyes.

She was back.

Han pushed open the large door in front of her, facing the light, as memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

That night, Han woke up in the wardrobe of her room, darkness and fear almost consuming her soul, binding her tightly inside the wardrobe.

In the chaos, Han heard the escalating affair outside the wardrobe, the ambiguous sounds of a womans moans and a mans heavy breathing rising and falling like a mantra, each more shocking than the last, filling Han with immense panic.

She covered her ears, not daring to move, feeling utterly ashamed, desperately wanting to escape these sounds. But when she recognized the womans voice outside the wardrobe, her eyes widened in shock.

Her own sister was tenderly calling out her fianc茅s name, "I love you."

"I love you too," the man responded, the stench in the air becoming more unbridled.

Hans hands trembled as she pushed open the wardrobe door, revealing her sister Dawn and her fianc茅 Grant entangled on the bed.

The sight was like a whip covered in thorns, lashing down on her, catching her off guard.

That night, Han fled, unable to recall how she left the Grant residence, only remembering Dawns guilty eyes and Grants furious expression at being interrupted.

From the moment she witnessed that scene, all the feelings she had poured into Grant were shattered by the first light of dawn.

Closing the door, Han was dazed for a moment, her eyes glistening with tears, but when she closed and reopened them, she was confident and graceful once more.

"Hello, Mr. Grant, I am here to apply for the position of CEO Secretary," Han said as she approached Grant, smiling and handing over her resume, every move measured and appropriate.

Grant looked up, his hands pausing involuntarily, his cold eyes quickly filling with fierceness, hiding the fleeting surprise.

"You are already eliminated," Grant said coldly, casually tossing the resume onto the table and turning his back on Han.

Han curved her eyes slightly, her face remaining calm; she had anticipated this.

Han picked up her resume calmly and once again presented it to Grant, politely asking, "Mr. Grant, are you concerned about my identity as Grants fianc茅e?"

"Ha, ridiculous, that woman has been gone for five years. From the day she left, she gave up that identity," Grants eyes held coldness and indifference, just like five years ago, never having smiled at her.

Han lowered her long eyelashes, her clear eyes slightly fluctuating, "You are right, we are strangers to each other, after all, the person sleeping in the same bed as my fianc茅 is not me."

"What do you mean," Grant glared at her fiercely.

"Nothing," Han flipped open her resume and placed it in front of him, "I just hope to be treated fairly, I am capable of this position."

Grant glanced at the job experience section.

Former CFO of Triumph? So for these five years, she had been hiding at Triumph.

"What do you want by coming back?" Grant asked her in a low voice.

"To apply for the position of CEO Secretary," Han said.

Before she could finish, she was pushed onto the table.

"Tell me the truth," Grant pinned Hans hands, his brow slightly furrowed, anger burning inside him bit by bit.

"To apply..." The rest of her words were cut off as Han felt a cold tightness around her neck.

"I ask again, what do you want by coming back?"