Eugene's POV

Looking at Sheila, who was standing in front of me with her head down and her face full of fear, I rubbed my temples.

"Since you don't take my words seriously now, it's meaningless for me to keep you by my side. I don't need a disobedient secretary. I will transfer your salary to your card. You can go upstairs to pack your things and leave here now." I said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.

"Mr. Eugene..."

" I don't need you here." I looked at her and said firmly.

"Please don't drive me away. If I leave, who will take care of you? Okay,...