The Good Show Arranged by the Two-faced Queen

However, Derrick was not as simple as expected.

My team followed him for a long time and couldn't find any evidence of him being involved with other women. His every action and word were decent, and there wasn't a hint of fault to be found. The only women he interacted with were family members, business contacts, and staff in the Schmitt Group.

Other typical rich man habits, like frequenting nightclubs or keeping young female college students as their mistresses, were absent from Derrick's life.

From any angle, he seemed to be a model gentleman.

When I sent the investigation results to Karina, she was very dissatisfied. "I didn't spend so much money just for you to tell me he's an exceptional man, a paragon of virtue!"

Then she got into furious.

Watching her throw two cups in the video, I suggested tentatively, "Since there's no current target, how about we create one?"

"What do you mean?" Karina paused with the third cup in her hand.

"You'll arrange for me to join the Schmitt Group. I'll take the lead and finish the task!"

With Karina's approval, I completed the procedures quickly and became a secretary at the Schmitt Group.

Derrick had his special secretary, and usually, new hires wouldn't get his attention.

But Karina and I had our plans.

With her subtle support and my efforts, I soon caught Derrick's eye and became his newest personal assistant.

In the morning, I made his coffee. At lunchtime, I prepared balanced work lunches. In the afternoon, I arranged private trainers according to his schedule, and in the evening, after a day of work, I satisfied him in the high-end suite at the hotel owned by the company.

That was exactly what you were thinking.

I became Derrick's most valued "personal secretary" quickly and, aside from his wife, the person closest to him, even closer than his wife.

After all, it was excited for men to cheat on their wives.

As the year went by, he totally trusted me. I accompanied him everywhere, such as meetings, client visits, business trips, and so on, though in public, I was always just the secretary sitting in the corner, taking notes.

We were very cautious in the company, which explained why there had been no rumors about him over the years.

To everyone, he was a good husband and father. Even though he was busy, he always remembered to return home on his wife and children's birthdays, bringing birthday gifts for them.

Well, those gifts were carefully selected and decorated by me for him to take home.

"Camilla, it's just business. Do you really need to take it so seriously? Don't you think it's too much?" a colleague who had followed me for three years asked with confusion.

I smiled seductively, "Too much? Well, after all, Karina paid us so generously."

But there were no hints of smile in my eyes. I was calculating that it was about time.

I had been by Derrick's side for almost a year. In half a month, it would be my "birthday", so I coaxed him into personally choosing a gift for me.

After my continuous requirements, he finally agreed, with the condition that it couldn't be in Los Angeles, but somewhere farther away where no one would recognize us.

I said, "Sure, since you're going to New York in half a month for a new hotel project, take me with you. I'll accompany you on the business trip and consider it a vacation."

He agreed.

Thus, on the day of my "birthday" half a month later, I wore a high-fashion dress and carried the season's latest handbag in red-soled high heels. I held Derrick's arms and made a grand appearance in Times Square to pick a birthday gift.

Perhaps it was because we were away from the Schmitt Group's base and with a beautiful woman by his side, Derrick was relaxed and carefree. He was dressed in a couple's outfit matching mine, and we showed off our affection publicly, holding hands tightly.

Unexpectedly, Times Square was actually home to photographers with sharp eyes, and they weren't going to let this scene slip by their lenses easily.

Soon, a video of us holding hands was posted on social media.

Among the numerous comments praising our figures, clothes, and grace, one comment suddenly caught everyone's attention: [Holy crap, isn't that the vice president of the Schmitt Group, Derrick? The woman next to him doesn't seem to be his wife!]

Then the comments behind took on a different tone: [Are you sure?]

[Holy crap!]

[I can't believe it!]

[Turns out he's with a mistress!]

[The woman seems to work at the Schmitt Group too. Is he targeting his colleagues now?]

…

The video was posted on Twitter quickly, and someone specifically tagged the Schmitt Group's official account. My background was thoroughly exposed. [She's young but is so despicable. It's so hard to get into the Schmitt Group right after college, yet she chooses to be a mistress!]

[Don't you know that mistresses can make more money easily? Haven't you seen the luxury goods in her social account? Does your daughter's salary allow her to afford that?]

…

I had no idea if her daughter could afford it with her salary, but looking at the text on my phone saying I had received 5 million dollars, I knew Karina was very satisfied with the result.

[Very good. After a year of silence, I was curious about how you would expose Derrick's infidelity. I didn't expect such a big move, and you did show his true colors to the whole country. Now, even Carter will find it hard to ignore.]

Receiving Karina's gloating message, I smiled. She didn't know that the real show about her second brother had only just begun.