My CEO Dad Spoils Me Rotten, but His Secretary Called Me a Gold Digger

The day I returned from studying abroad in Paris, I wheeled my suitcase straight to my dad's corporate headquarters.

I wanted to surprise him.

But the second I reached the door of the CEO's office, a young, glamorous woman stepped in front of me.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Arthur Sterling."

Her face instantly darkened.

"So, you're the trash who won't stop harassing him?"

I stared at her, completely baffled.

"Excuse me? Arthur Sterling is my dad."

I pulled out my phone, ready to call him.