Even though she was prepared for the scene beforehand, Gabrielle panicked at the man's question.

What did he suspect? Did he recognize her?

"Tell me! Who the hell are you?" Ben tightened his hand holding Gabrielle's wrist.

"Mr. Taylor, you're hurting me." Gabrielle snapped in anger at the pain, "Please let go of me!"

She tried to suppress the panic in her mind as she struggled and glared at Ben.

With a frown and narrowed eyes, Ben sized up Gabrielle in an attempt to discern something from her face. But he found nothing except panic and anger, which was normal when a strange man caught one.

Suddenly, he released his hand on her wrists.

As she regained her freedom, Gabrielle moved backward in fear, rubbing her wrists and gazing at Ben with a defensive look.

She perfectly pretended a woman full of panic, anger, fear, and vigilance while being molested.

A trace of disappointment emerged in Ben's heart when his doubts were gradually dispelled.

She was not the Gabrielle, he thought.

To hide his strong emotions, Ben moved forward, staring at her and warning drily, "Don't try to seduce me!"

His voice was cold with a touch of disdain.

Gabrielle met his unkind gaze and clenched her fists, "Mr. Taylor, how on earth can you think you're so charming that I get close to you on purpose?"

How could he think she was trying to seduce him since they met in the airport?

Narcissist!

Ben sneered, "Are you sure you're here for the interview?"

Was she not afraid that she might lose the chance by offending the boss?

At his words, Gabrielle's face stiffened. She pursed her lips without reply.

She was clear that she should not have said that because of a burst of impulse. But she found it hard to resist arguing with him as long as she saw him.

Ben found it a pleasure to see that she was made speechless. He turned around and walked towards the table without saying anything.

Gabrielle slowly loosened her hands at her side and let out a breath with relief.

Had she succeeded in deceiving Ben?

She kept quiet for a while before walking over.

Ben sat at the table, looking at her resume while taking a sip of the coffee.

"You got your senior nutritionist certificate two years ago?" Ben studied the resume in his hand without raising his head.

Gabrielle replied in a steady tone, "Yes."

Ben suddenly looked up and fixed his stern gaze at Gabrielle, "Miss Zane, give me a reason to keep you."

After being startled by the man's gaze for a moment, Gabrielle said, "Because I am Gabrielle..."

She deliberately paused for a moment before continuing, "That is enough to qualify me for the job of the Taylor Family's personal nutritionist for your precious girl."

She did not expect that the job was for Rachel, the Taylor Family's precious child, instead of Ben himself, indicating how much Ben loved his mistress's daughter.

How ironic it was.

Gabrielle had a desire to ask this heartless man if he had ever thought about her children, about her six sons, and about her girl who went to heaven.

At the thought of her daughter, Gabrielle felt heartbroken.

'Ben, I will avenge my poor girl!'

Gabrielle...

Ben's eyes dimmed as he mumbled the name in his mind.

Where on earth was she?

Gabrielle felt Ben was looking at her, but he seemed like thinking about someone else...

She wondered.

Who was he thinking about?

"Gabrielle, the gold medal nutritionist that members of the aristocracy in F Country compete for." Ben spoke with a faint smile, "the name, indeed, is enough to keep you. You are employed and start work now."

Finishing his words, Ben put down her resume and rose to leave before Gabrielle replied.

Since Rachel liked her, it was not a big deal to hire her.

He would like to see what purposes this woman contained.

Gabrielle loosened and tightened her hands as she stared at the man's back.

'Ben, do not regret your decision. Now I have the opportunity to stay close to you. I will make you pay for whatever you have done!