The Double Life of a Secretary (Megan and Leo)

Chapter 41

Megan touched the part of her collarbone that was still hurting faintly and asked, “How can I have something with him?”

“Yes, it’s because there’s nothing but you’re wearing his clothes. That’s why it’s strange. You came with me today.”

Megan thought for a moment and said, “Then I’ll ask the caddie to get me a coat.”

“What should you do now? The match is about to begin.”

As Paul spoke, he began to unbutton his shirt.

At first, it was a suit jacket. After the jacket was taken off, he continued to unbutton his shirt.

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“You can wear my shirt. It’s thin and not hot, and it can also block the sun. The suit jacket is too thick.”

He quickly took off his shirt and handed it to her, “Here you are.”

Megan was caught off guard and stuffed with a white shirt, “What about you?”

“I’ll just wear a suit jacket.”

“But…”

She pointed at a large patch of wheat-colored skin exposed on his chest, looking embarrassed.

A suit was very strange. It was definitely the best choice for a man to wear a formal suit, but once the shirt was gone and he was only wearing an empty suit, the man’s Adam’s apple on his neck and the

skin on his chest would be exposed. It looked… slu tty for no reason.

Paul had a good figure. She didn’t feel it with the shirt covering him, but at this time, she could clearly see the muscles under the suit.

When the other two groups passed by, their female companions glanced at Paul discreetly. Even a waitress was looking at them.

Paul winked at Megan and whistled loudly, “Look, I can conquer the girls even more without a

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She couldn’t help but sigh. She reached out to help him tidy up his tie and try her best to cover his exposed skin. “You should conquer Mr. Morgan today, not some girls.”

“I know.” Paul smiled and reached out to stroke his hair, “I remember everything you told me, but! feel less confident without you by my side.”

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She comforted him, “Mr. Morgan is a very easy-going person. You just need to tell him everything I told you. He has a brain and can analyze the pros and cons himself. As for the other two teams… I’ll help you hold them back. You should seize the opportunity.”

Paul nodded heavily, “Okay, let’s split up and cooperate!”

“Alright.”

“If we can get this cooperation done, I’ll give you a week’s vacation with salary.”

Megan chuckled and said, “Then can you stop giving me time off and change it to raise my salary?”

“Didn’t my dad give you enough money?”

“That’s enough, but who doesn’t want more money? I’ve been working so hard with you these days. I’m not qualified to be a kind person.”

Paul burst into laughter, “You’re so straightforward.”

“It’s better to be straightforward. Everything is on the table. It’s comfortable for everyone to get along with each other and take what they need. This is the most comfortable state for cooperation.

When you talk to Mr. Morgan, don’t hide anything. Let’s talk about what we need.”

Paul stopped laughing and said with a serious look, “Yes.”

Not far away, a caddie ran over and said, “Ms. Reed, Mr. Mayor asked me to ask you why you two

have so many words to say.”

It was his tone.

“Let’s work hard together,” said Megan to Paul.

Paul poked her on the shoulder and said, “Change your clothes first.”

Mr. Morgan was about to go for the cue when Paul trotted towards him.

The caddie next to Megan was still waiting for her answer.

“I’m going to change my clothes. I’ll be right there,” said Megan.

“But Mr. Mayor is waiting for you to begin the game.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

There was a lounge next to the court. Megan quickly took off Leo’s suit Jacket and put on Paul’s shirt.

Paul’s clothes were a little loose, like a raincoat, so she simply stuffed all the hem of the shirt into her skirt. Then she walked out of the lounge and returned to Leo’s side.

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She handed Leo the suit jacket she had taken off, “Thank you for your coat, Mr. Mayor.”

Leo’s gaze was fixed on her white shirt. This style clearly belonged to a man, “It’s Paul’s?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing his cloth not mine?”

“The shirt is a little thin, or it’ll be too hot.”

“Then you can tell me. Don’t I have a shirt? Why are you going to wear someone else’s shirt?”