Chapter 3

How was he involved?

The man's body was frigid, his gorgeous face was exceedingly deep, his tiny lips were tightly packed, and he had an elegant, slim build.

Kiara Dean froze from head to toe and hurriedly drew his face down.

Really? The interviewer from today is actually the same man from three years ago.

It is done!

Even if it were him, Kiara reasoned, she was still a student three years ago, considerably younger than she is today. He shouldn't be able to recognize her today because she put on professional makeup especially for the interview.

Kiara let out a small sigh of relief, raised her head, and entered.

When the interviewer noticed that the president's face was the same as those surrounding him, he straightened up and coughed twice to prepare for inquiry.

Please, Miss Kiara Dean.

"You were suspended for a year, according to Ms Dean's CV. How did you spend that time?"

The president interrupted the interviewer, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and cast a suspicious glance in his direction.

"It's odd since I never seen the president asking questions before. Why did he inquire after this young lady had already arrived? "He considered.

During the two years that Kiara was expelled from school, she gave birth to the child. She was merely suspended from school due to her hectic schedule.

"What did he learn when he inquired?" Kiara was engaged in internal thought.

Seth Ace's dark eyes, which Kiara saw were unable to see the bottom of, seemed to be working some sort of sorcery to eat Kiara Dean.

"No, remain calm. Keep the clue hidden from him "She told herself that.

Kiara inhaled deeply and tugged at the corners of her mouth to flash a typical business smile.

"I underwent a little operation at the time because I had a health issue. I decided to take a break from school because I wanted to recover, but it had no impact on my credits, so I was still able to graduate."

The act of giving birth is actually an operation, and it is perfectly normal.

"Minor procedure?" Seth Ace's frigid brows wrinkled, and he developed a chilly gaze.

"Miss Dean has a husband? How many years from now do you hope to have a child? What number do you need?"

Kiara's eyes immediately widened upon hearing this, and her heart leaped to her throat.

"I am not wed. I have at least five years until I start a family. I want a few. It doesn't appear to be related to the position I'm applying for, does it?" She regained composure before responding.

His fellow interviewer was likewise perplexed. It was too detailed to "take a few," even though the goal of hiring female staff was to ascertain their marital status. Was this girl appealing to the boss?

Seth Ace remained silent and simply fixed his eyes on Kiara Dean, seeming to be able to see right through her.

Seth Ace appeared to have abruptly regained his sight after a century-long absence, standing up along with the interviewer sitting next to him.

Seth Ace approached Kiara from the other side of the table and leaned down. Kiara's nostrils picked up a faint vanilla scent as Seth Ace presented her with a stunningly beautiful face.

For a split second, Kiara seemed to be transported back to that disorienting night from three years prior—physically intertwined, yearning for one another, fuzzy, and with the same face.

"That does, of course. You won't have much energy when you get at work if there are too many kids. After all, working at the front desk is challenging."

Come to work tomorrow at ten o'clock.

Seth Ace had already left the meeting room by the time Kiara Dean responded.

When she considered her recent transgression, she reddened and felt regret in her heart.

Another interviewer then stepped forward, grinned, and extended his hand to Kiara.

I'm happy for Miss Dean.

"I'm grateful. I'm hoping you'll look out for me in the future." Kiara gave a gracious reply.

"Your president personally selected you. I hope Ms Dean would take better care of me in front of the president if you want to be taken care of by me." The interviewer gave Kiara a distant glance.

Kiara had a thunderbolt-like sensation. She was at a loss for words.

Hand-picked? President?

Was that person the KING Group's president?