Chapter 207 - 144: The Secretary’s Wild Games

Chapter 207: Chapter 144: The Secretary’s Wild Games

Yina nodded, her expression serious as she asked,

"Excuse me, Lord Lian. Are you entering your own dream, or someone else’s?"

"Clever Yina. I need to hold a meeting in a dream. Could you please bring Sophie and Anna?"

Lian lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Yina froze for a moment, then said hesitantly,

"Who are Anna and Sophie?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you don’t know them."

Lian opened his eyes and continued, "Open the top drawer of the nightstand. Their replies to my letters are inside. You should be able to find their dreams based on the scents. Can you bring them to my dream for the meeting?"

Even as their boss, Lian felt his proposal was a bit out there—like asking a brand-new employee to draw up a five-year corporate plan.

But to his surprise, Yina earnestly began to rummage for the letters.

"I think I can do it... The letters, the letters... the scent of the letters."

’The Employee of the Year award can’t go to Anna, or to Father Simo,’ Lian suddenly thought. ’It has to be Yina.’

About fifteen minutes later, Lian drifted off to sleep.

In the dream, he was back in the master bedroom of the Lord’s Mansion in the Green Shade Territory.

He made a point of taking a shower and changing into clean, formal attire. After admiring himself in the mirror for a couple of seconds, he sat on the sofa, listlessly flipping through an old issue of the *Imperial Capital Times* as he waited for Yina to usher Sophie and Anna into his dream.

KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK—

A knock sounded at the door.

Lian’s spirits lifted. "Come in," he said softly.

Anna pushed open the door and walked in.

The logical inconsistencies tipped Anna off—she was dreaming.

’And if it’s a dream, there’s no need to hold back.’

Anna figured she could do whatever she wanted in a dream.

"Anna, it’s been a while."

Lian stood up and opened his arms, ready to give his chief secretary a big hug.

However, Anna unbuttoned her dress, shrugging off the cumbersome maid uniform. Underneath, she was wearing a sexy little leather skirt.

While Lian was still trying to process this, Anna pulled out a small leather whip.

She shoved Lian down onto the sofa and licked her bright red lips.

"Lord Lian, care to experience the sting of the whip?"

"Ah? Uh... Anna, wait. I mean, it sounds appealing, but I—"

Before Lian could finish, Anna had already kicked off her shoes and socks and stepped onto his body.

Her fair, long legs—and the view up her skirt—were on full display.

Lian swallowed hard, his heart starting to race.

’His secretary really plays rough.’

Anna brandished the whip. But before she could bring it down, another knock echoed at the door.

"Sophie’s here! Anna, hide!"

Lian scrambled up from the sofa and instinctively shoved Anna, still in her sexy leather skirt, into the bedroom wardrobe.

’The meeting could wait. What couldn’t wait was Sophie getting the wrong idea.’

He and Anna were completely innocent!

Anna, however, found this dreamscape rather interesting and hid in the wardrobe cooperatively.

Lian walked to the door and opened it.

Catherine appeared before him, dressed in a white nightgown.

Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her fair cheeks were a little pale, giving her the delicate beauty of a frail maiden.

The moment she saw Lian, a smile broke through her melancholic expression.

Lian’s smile, however, was tinged with a hint of melancholy.

’Why is it Catherine? Shouldn’t it be Sophie?’

Only then did he remember: the drawer didn’t just hold letters from Anna and Sophie. Catherine’s was in there, too.

"Lian, I’ve missed you so much."

Catherine threw her arms around Lian in a tight hug.

Lian, of course, had to return the warm embrace, and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I’ve missed you too, my Catherine."

"Do you have any idea how I’ve gotten through these nights? It’s embarrassing to say, but I can only fall asleep by thinking of your kiss... Those rumors... they’ve left me utterly exhausted."

Catherine poured out her heart.

Lian gently led her to the sofa and steeped her a cup of black tea.

"Don’t you ever believe those rumors, Catherine. I’ll always love you. I have nothing to do with those noble girls in Yusofa."

"What noble girls in Yusofa?"

Catherine looked at Lian, surprised. She hadn’t heard *those* rumors.

A bead of sweat trickled down Lian’s temple. He continued his defense,

"And I have nothing to do with the girls from the pastry shop, either. The maids in the manor are all proper commoners from Yusofa, victims of the war. I just couldn’t bear to see them ravaged by the Rose Army. Oh, you can’t imagine what a woman who’s even remotely attractive has to face in Yusofa these days."

Catherine set down her teacup and placed her hand on Lian’s.

"Darling, the rumors I was talking about are about Nancy Scalia. Is she really your mistress?"

In reality, Catherine would never have asked such a question. But upon entering the dream, she had already sensed that something was off.

She couldn’t possibly be in the Green Shade Territory. If she suddenly was, it could only mean she was dreaming.

Since it was a dream, she didn’t need to hold back. She really wanted to ask Lian if he was involved with Nancy Stuart.

"That depends on whether you want a choice or an answer."

’I’m impressed with my own slick bullshit,’ Lian thought. "To deal with an opponent like Mary, we’d be at a huge disadvantage if I didn’t win over the people around her. Nancy is indeed loyal to me now, but that doesn’t mean everyone who’s loyal to me is my mistress. Do you choose to believe me, or not?"