The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 457

The deleted documents couldn't be found any more.

Micah didn't feel distressed and continued to translate the remaining three documents while remaining calm.

The speed of typing became much slower.

The office, once again, was filled with the sound of typing, with no one taking the lead in speaking.

Time always flied when people were busy, and an hour seemed to pass in just an instant.

Abigail began to organize her table, pack her designer bag, and prepare to go back home. Then she said with a casual tone, "Send all the documents you have translated to my account."

Micah stopped moving and turned his head to look at her, "Miss Abigail, will you check it out?"

"You've done. What's the point?"

Micah was too shy to speak out and lowered his head, "I ... still have two unfinished."

Abigail's hands, which were packing her stuff, stopped and she gave him a puzzled stare, "You had three documents unfinished an hour ago. You just translated one within an hour? What have you been doing for the past hour?"

She carefully recalled that she did not see Micah slacking off, and his hands were indeed focused on translation work at all times.

Micah's cool face froze slightly, and his eyelashes were drooped with no words.

Abigail walked over suspiciously, checked his computer screen, and soon found the clues.

"When I came over earlier, I saw that you had translated these documents, so why are they gone? Are you deliberately fooling me?"

Micah explained without blushing, "I just accidentally clicked the delete button and the documents were lost. So I had to translate it all over again."

Abigail stared at him with confusion and immediately checked his computer recycle bin, which was clean and had nothing on it.

She taunted, "So, you mean you accidentally clicked the delete button and accidentally emptied the recycle bin too by the way?"

Micah didn't reply.

Abigail continued, "Moreover, with your IQ, even if there is really such a coincidence, the documents have been translated once and when you do it again, it should be very fast. Do you think I am easy to be fooled?"

Micah pursed the corners of his lips and his ears turned red slightly.

He was not good at lying and couldn't say a word of explanation.

Abigail was very sullen but was not indulgent, "Today is your first day of work, but you did this trick to me. Mr. Micah, you think you are honored, so I dare not beat you?"

Micah clenched his palms. He was so nervous that he swallowed hard, "In this office, you are the president. I am your secretary. I did it wrong and I'm at your disposal."

Abigail stared at him and was slightly startled.

Micah, who was cold and arrogant, stooped to compromise for the first time.

"In that case, I'll be happy to make up the childhood experience for you."

She turned her head, walked back to her table and took a light and smooth ruler out of the drawer.

Previously, she used this to educate her young cousin who worked here as internship. After that. It had been put in the drawer and sealed for a long time.

She would use to it beat the second son of Suham's powerful family, and actually had a little confidence about it.

But on second thought, as the boss, doing this to her secretary didn't seem like a big deal.

Besides, she knew how to do it properly.

She emboldened herself and walked toward Micah with a steady gait.

Micah looked at her coming towards him, and had a little confidence as well whether he could sustain it. He grew up obediently, had not gotten into trouble, and had never received such a punishment as being beaten by a ruler. And he didn't know what it felt like.

As he swallowed uneasily once again, Abigail had stood in front of him and commanded solemnly, "Please extend your left hand."

He was sitting, staring up at her, and reaching his hand over to her.