Chapter 1376 A Fundamental Trait Of Professional Assistants


    “I’m not inquiring about that,” Sean’s gaze darted towards the office as he murmured. “What has put


    Mrs. Larson off? Has someone upset her?”


    “I get your drift now,” Lexi responded, her confusion fading away.


    She brushed her fingers through her hair and said hesitantly, “It might be best if Mr. Larson queries my


    boss directly. As her assistant, | can’t just leak information about her.”


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    Sean noticed Lexi’s barely contained annoyance and her burning desire to retort. It dawned on him.


    Outraged, he spat, “Is there truly someone bold enough to upset Mrs. Larson like this? It’s like poking


    the bear!”


    Stroking his chin in contemtion, he sighed. “Mr. Larson won’t let this go unpunished.”


    Lexi blinked quickly, her lips miming a zipped lock, signifying her silence.


    Sean felt a throb in his temples at her gesture. “Don’t wall me off. Mr. Larson is doing this for Mrs.


    Larson’s benefit.”


    More importantly, if he couldn’t get to the bottom of Mrs. Larson’s discontent,


    Mr. Larson would inevitably sh his wages.


    Lexi hid her mouth and mumbled, “Even if Mr. Larson asked me directly, my lips would be sealed.”


    “Why though?” Sean queried, perplexed.


    Lexi stood up straight, thumped her chest, and asserted, “My duty as an assistant is to maintain


    secrecy on matters my boss wishes to keep under wraps. That’s a fundamental trait of a professional


    assistant.”


    “You’re right,” Sean concurred with Lexi’s assertion.


    Believing she’d staved off further questions, Lexi started to rx, but Sean’s shift in tone took her by


    surprise. “However…”


    Lexi’s heartbeat elerated, and she gave Sean a wary look, questioning, “However, what?” Sean


    shrugged, sighing. “Ordinarily, assistants keep things confidential. But what about the dynamic between


    your boss and Mr. Larson?” Lexi, a rtive neerpared to Sean, was momentarily thrown off


    by his question and blurted, “They’re a couple?”


    Sean clicked his fingers. “Precisely! Since they’re together, shouldn’t there be transparency? And with


    Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions, shouldn’t we be extra vignt about her welfare?”


    Dumbfounded, Lexi conceded, “Your argument seems… solid.”


    A smirk of tnumph danced on Sean’s lips. He pped Lexi’s shoulder, his tone grave. “And as Mrs.


    Larson’s right-hand woman, can you stand by while she’s being hurt?”


    Lexi descended into introspection, grappling with her feelings.


    Slowly, she was swaying towards Sean’s perspective.


    Despite being unaware of the full picture, Lexi had observed J’s low spints. Today’s events had


    only intensified her gloominess.


    If she shared what had transpired with Mr. Larson, he might be able to restore J’s happiness. But if


    she spilled to Sean, she’d fail as an assistant.


    She had promised J that as her assistant, she’d put her interests above all else. A premature


    disclosure could let J down. Seeing Lexi’s struggle, Sean added, “Lexi, rx. We won’t let Mrs.


    Larson know you shared anything. We’re only looking out for her, nght?” Just as Lexi was nearing a


    breakdown, she retreated and offered an awkward smile. “I need a restroom break. I’ll consider what to


    do when I return!”


    “Wait!” Before Sean could protest, he watched Lexi dart into the restroom.