The Billionaire's Biggest Mistake: Losing Her

I Have a Thing for Cleanliness—Can’t Stand Filth

Anna smiled as she spoke, tightening her grip on Hannah Wilson’s jaw. Despite Anna's slender and delicate appearance, her grip was firm, rendering Hannah completely immobile.

“Let go… let me go…” Hannah’s words were muffled, her once confident face now looking both ridiculous and pitiful, her eyes wide with shock.

“I have a bit of a temper,” Anna remarked nonchalantly, her icy eyes locking onto Hannah’s. The coldness in Anna’s gaze and the weight of her words immediately silenced Hannah, making her freeze in fear.

“So this is why Charles never comes home,” Anna mused, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Turns out, he’s keeping a dirty little fox around the office.”

“You…” Hannah began to retort, but when she noticed someone standing behind Anna, her eyes lit up. She quickly adopted a pitiful expression and stammered, “Madam, you’ve got it all wrong. There’s nothing between the CEO and me. I’m just his secretary. Attending events with him is part of my job. You really are mistaken…”

Hannah’s eyes reddened, partly from the pain in her jaw and partly from her poorly executed attempt at acting.

Anna suddenly chuckled, releasing her grip on Hannah’s jaw. “What are you thinking? I was just joking.”

With deliberate carelessness, Anna reached into her bag, pulled out a wet wipe, and meticulously cleaned the hand that had touched Hannah, as if wiping away something dirty.

Hannah watched Anna’s actions, her anger rising. What does she mean by this? Is this old hag implying I’m filthy?

In that moment, Hannah was so furious she wanted to tear Anna apart. But seeing the figure standing behind Anna, she forcibly suppressed her rage.

Fine, keep acting. Let’s see how you handle things later, you wench.

Anna noticed the anger in Hannah’s eyes but didn’t care. Instead, she added with a feigned apology, “Sorry, I’m a bit of a clean freak. I can’t stand filth.”

She tossed the wipe into the nearby trash can.

Hannah’s face alternated between red and white in fury, but she tried to maintain a look of innocence. “Madam, you really misunderstood. There’s nothing between the CEO and me.”

Anna gave her a puzzled look. “Didn’t I just say I was joking? Why are you so uptight?”

Hannah was left speechless. She silently cursed Anna in her mind.

Anna continued, “Charles may be blind, but he’s not that blind. Even he wouldn’t pick up just any random trash.”

“You…” Hannah’s face twisted in anger again, but when she realized the person behind Anna had heard this, she felt a rush of satisfaction. Anna, you’ve just handed this to me on a silver platter. Don’t blame me for using it against you.

“Madam, how could you say the CEO is blind?” Hannah protested, feigning shock.

“Being severely nearsighted is practically the same as being blind,” Anna retorted. “Though he might not be entirely blind, the fact that he’d take someone like you to these events… who is he looking down on?”

Anna paused as if something suddenly dawned on her. “Oh, I get it now. I heard he only brings you to the more ordinary events, but never to the high-end ones. He always takes Michael Collins to those, doesn’t he?”

Hannah’s heart sank, instinctively sensing that whatever Anna was about to say next wouldn’t be pleasant.

“Well, that makes sense. He may be blind, but he’s not stupid. He knows you’re as dumb as a rock and could say something inappropriate at an upscale event, offending important people. That would leave him with a big mess to clean up.”

Hannah’s face darkened. “You…”

“As for those ordinary events, he probably can’t be bothered to deal with them, so taking you along is just convenient. You know, make use of what’s at hand. Besides, if handled properly, even trash can have its uses.”

Anna spoke with an even tone, not a trace of anger in her voice. The straightforwardness of her words made them all the more impactful.

“After all, Hannah, your only real value in the secretary’s office is just that, isn’t it?” she concluded with a graceful smile.

Anna looked calm and composed, exuding an air of elegance that only made her words hit harder. There was no trace of the anger one might expect from a wife confronting a mistress, just an unshakable self-assurance.

Nearby, a few onlookers who had been eavesdropping couldn’t suppress their laughter. Though they tried to muffle their giggles, Hannah still heard them.

Her face flushed with humiliation.

Hannah had deliberately raised her voice when Anna walked into the building, hoping to embarrass her in front of the staff. But instead, it was Hannah who ended up losing face.

Though she was a secretary, she rarely handled any significant tasks. Her main duty was to accompany the CEO to events.

After all, she had the looks and figure to be presentable, unlike anyone else in the office. But the advantage she thought would allow her to outshine everyone had just been torn to shreds by Anna’s blunt words, turning her into a joke.

Just a secretary brought to low-profile events, radiating cheap charm, merely serving as a stand-in for the CEO at gatherings he couldn’t care less about.

The more Hannah thought about it, the more enraged she became. Meanwhile, Anna’s cool, collected smile only made her feel more infuriated.

Even if the person behind Anna heard all of this, Hannah still felt no satisfaction.

“So, instead of meddling in my business, why don’t you spend some time in front of a mirror? Learn what it means when they say ‘ugly people always make trouble,’” Anna said, delivering the final blow before turning to leave.

But just as she was about to walk away, Hannah suddenly gasped, “CEO…!”