She had already noticed Gerald staring blankly at her bottom.
Even now, remembering how he had straddled her and spanked her in the secret passage last time made her face burn.
But why did I also feel a little inexplicably excited?
You damned brat. Just watch me get you firmly under my thumb this time!
Now she knew his weakness.
However much of a genius he was, he was still a normal adolescent boy.
Meanwhile, Gerald was also fighting an internal battle.
Don't look.
Oh, whatever. Just one more look.
I'll count it as tempering my Dao heart.
After taking several looks, Gerald shifted his gaze away from Winslet's neckline without a change in expression, then said casually, "Hmm? Who gave you the confidence to call me by my name? Call me Master."
"You... Hmph, Master." Winslet's smug expression froze for an instant before she reluctantly forced the word through her teeth.
She had intended to use this opportunity to even the score, only for him to put her right back in her place with a single move.
"That's more like it."
Gerald smiled in satisfaction and casually sat down in the leather swivel chair behind her desk.
"Nothing much. I just came to see you, and to check how the company's been running lately."
"Hmph, what's there to see about me? But I do have some news for you. The Saints' Holy Infant Plan succeeded, and they're holding a ceremony during the summer holidays. So I may have to leave for a while over the holidays to attend it." Winslet leaned against the desk, her arms folded across her chest.
"They actually managed to make that work?" Gerald looked astonished.
"I find it unbelievable too."
They had grafted the blood of people with various different talents into a new