"What exactly is your relationship with Lilith?"
At the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Suite No. 2, Ye Huan was buttoning his shirt.
Diana moved quickly and bought a suit within ten minutes.
Ye Huan disliked wearing suits, but at this moment, he had no choice and had to make do.
"Assistant," Diana said plainly. She sat on the suite's sofa, holding a goblet, gazing at the night view outside, but secretly peeking at Ye Huan.
She was thirty-nine years old, at the age where she fancied younger men.
Ye Huan was handsome and well-built, aligning perfectly with her tastes.
She felt a stirring in her heart.
"Forget it if you don't want to say."
Ye Huan finished buttoning his shirt and started putting on his jacket.
He could tell that Diana's moment of breaking down and crying earlier was genuine.
If it was a simple assistant relationship, such emotions wouldn't be possible.
