Chapter 1141

Scott had knocked back way too many drinks tonight.

Lately, every time he had to go out for work dinners, Scott would drink himself into oblivion-anything to get home, crash into bed, and fall asleep fast, just so he could avoid Juliana's complaints and Mrs. Goad's endless nagging.

The dinner dragged on until eleven. Herman and Anastasia were the first to make their escape, leaving Scott and Mr. Qiu to keep the drinks coming.

It was well past midnight when Mr. Qiu finally passed out at the table. Scott wasn't much better-his secretary, Linda, had to help him to the car.

They were just about to leave when Sandy appeared out of nowhere. "Linda, did Mr. Stranz drink this much?"

"You're still here?" Linda was genuinely surprised.

"It's my first day, I couldn't just take off while Mr. Stranz was still working. I stayed in the lobby and waited," Sandy said, keeping her tone humble-the way a new hire should.

Years at the hospital had trained Sandy well-she could play the part with ease.

Linda actually seemed impressed. "Sandy, you can head home. I'll take Mr. Stranz back. See you at the office tomorrow."

"Alright," Sandy replied, acting like she wasn't looking for any extra credit.

She'd barely taken a few steps when Linda's phone rang. Total chaos-her backyard was on fire, her boyfriend was caught sneaking around with another woman, and her best friend saw the whole thing.

Linda's priorities shifted in a heartbeat. She called out, "Sandy, can you take Mr. Stranz home for me? I've got an emergency."

Sandy turned around, flashing a gentle smile. "Of course, Linda. Go take care of your stuff. I'll handle Mr. Stranz."

Linda didn't hesitate. She grabbed a cab and left everything to Sandy.

Sandy glanced at Scott-completely wasted in the back seat-then watched Linda's cab disappear down the street. She couldn't help but let a little satisfied grin slip. She got into the car and spoke to the driver. "Let's go. Oh, by the way, Leo, when Mr. Stranz gets like this, do you usually take him straight home or.....?”

Leo replied, “Usually, on nights like this, we drive out to the country house."

"Alright, let's go to the country house," Sandy said. She already knew Scott's routine -she just wanted to sound casual.

The car rolled out, and soon enough, they pulled up at the quiet country villa. Leo helped get Scott out of the car and up to his room.

Sandy turned to him. "Leo, you can go get some rest. I'll take care of Mr. Stranz."

Leo was no fool. He knew exactly what the women around his boss were thinking— nights like this were a golden opportunity, and this new secretary was eager.

But Leo wasn't about to meddle in his boss's business. The less he knew, the better.

He said, "Thanks, Sandy. I'll come by at eight tomorrow morning to pick up Mr. Stranz."

"Sure." Sandy was grateful he took the hint. She'd half-expected she'd have to argue her way in.

Once Leo left, the big villa felt even bigger-just her and a very drunk Scott.

Sandy sat quietly beside him,

watching for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed his cheek. She whispered, “Juliana was right he really is good looking Nice build too. Maybe not quite as fit as Herman, but still better than most men."

She was pleased with her choice-Scott would make a perfect stepping stone.

Sandy carefully undressed him, put him in pajamas, and left a glass of warm water by the bed.

Then she settled herself on the nearby sofa.

She was smart-this was her first time alone with Scott, and she knew men like him were most suspicious of women who seemed too obvious.

She wasn't about to make that mistake. If she made her intentions too clear, Scott might just hand her some hush money and that would be the end of it.

No, Sandy was playing the long game. She wanted Scott's heart-she wanted to become Mrs. Stranz.

The next morning, Scott woke up with a pounding headache. He sat up, rubbed his temples, and turned to see Sandy asleep on the sofa.

She was petite, her features soft and innocent. Sandy had already woken up, but she timed it

perfectly posing a way that made her look effortlessly lovely

Her side profile was striking. She lay curled up on the sofa, still wearing yesterday's clothes, with the

morning sunlight spilling across her face. The whole scene was peaceful, almost picture-perfect.

Scott just stared, caught off guard. Had she really spent the whole night on the

sofa?