Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 385 Spotted Crayson Acting Suspiciously

“That’s so sneaky of you, Mr. Ludwig! You’re not arranging for her to be my assistant, are you? You’re just trying to get me to mentor her.” Mia sulked and rolled her eyes.

“Veronica was made for this industry. She might have joined a little late, but based on her performance during the previous jewelry showcase event, it’s clear that she’s a natural. She’s a diamond in the rough that just needs some polishing. You’re her senior in this field, so I hope that you will guide her and get along with her.”

Having said that, Sean closed his laptop and got up. “I have something to attend to, so I’m heading out now.”

He moved toward the door while speaking, so he neglected to see the flash of intense jealousy in Mia’s eyes.

“I will. Leave it to me, Mr. Ludwig.”

Mia nodded and agreed, but her eyes were shooting daggers.

For some reason, she felt threatened, and it made her a little antsy.

Mia left the conference room and headed straight for Veronica’s desk. She rapped on the desk to get Veronica’s attention.

Veronica looked up from her magazine and asked, “Yes, Miss Stuart?”

She did not plan on staying long in this modeling agency, but she was still going to do a good job and fulfill all tasks required of her.

This included getting along with her colleagues.

“Mr. Ludwig said that he hasn’t found me an assistant yet, so you’re going to be my assistant for now. You’ll need to come with me to Castron tomorrow,” Mia commanded loftily.

Veronica was not keen on following Mia around, but since it was Sean who made the arrangements, she had to go along with it.

In any case, she was the newest rookie to join the agency.

“Since this is Mr. Ludwig’s orders, feel free to let me know what you need, Miss Stuart,” Veronica said with a confident smile.

“Uh huh. I was in a rush this morning, so I haven’t eaten yet. Go get me the famous meat ravioli on Pines Street, a bowl of pumpkin soup from Sweetie’s Diner on Westcross Street, and a slice of bacon and cheese quiche from Madam Leta’s Bakery on Crimson Lane. Oh, and help me grab my parcel from the mailroom in the back.”

Mia swiftly barked out a list of demands.

Rania felt like she had gone too far, so she piped up, “Miss Stuart, those places are all so far away. Veronica would have to travel across half the city just to get everything. Isn’t that a bit much?”

smoking nearby, and he nodded along once he heard Rania’s comment. “Rania’s right, Miss Stuart. It’s so cold out right

it worsened once she heard how the other two

for a few days, but you’re all jumping to her

mockingly, “Is it because you’re all trying to win her favor since you found out

snorted and shook his head, but he left

was Rania who bristled at Mia’s taunting. “You’re the one who went too far, but

Well, since you pity Veronica, shall I ask Mr. Ludwig to appoint you

Rania did not know what to

shot Rania

stuck her palm out at Mia. “Since it’s Mr. Ludwig’s orders, I have no reason to object. However, I will need some money from you, Miss Stuart, since I forgot to bring my wallet with me today. I also got a ride to work today, so I don’t have any means of transportation either. I’ll be claiming my travel

“Travel expenses?”

like Veronica was being difficult on purpose, so she said, “You should be

I’ll head out right now.” Mia nodded, but she continued holding

her eyes in anger and handed fifty bucks over to Veronica. “Hurry

“Got it,” Mia replied.

Mia, “I rode in on my

“That won’t be necessary.”

fine. It’ll be more convenient if I fetch

to protest.

Wade grabbed his keys and began to walk off without even

it

just helping out a colleague,” Wade shot

followed Wade out of the

to chauffeur her around while she bought breakfast. If she had gone alone, she could have checked in at Vincere Games for a bit, but now it was no longer possible for

Wade bringing Veronica

past a cafe, Veronica suggested, “Hey, let’s

you need to get breakfast for Mia. If you get a cup of coffee now, she’ll probably complain

Mia declared with a straight

a daze before chuckling. “You’re right. There’s a

traffic as an excuse, so could

table by

you been working at

of the commercial models. He was a young man with narrow eyes and