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?”

along once he heard Rania’s comment. “Rania’s right, Miss Stuart.

once she heard how the other

Veronica’s only been here for a few days, but

all trying to win her favor since you found out that she’s

utter nonsense!” Wade snorted and shook his head, but he left

one who went too far, but here you are coming up with all sorts

Veronica, shall I ask Mr. Ludwig to appoint you as

Rania did not know what to

shot Rania

some money from you, Miss Stuart, since I forgot to bring my wallet with me today. I also got a ride to work today,

“Travel expenses?”

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

now.” Mia nodded, but she continued

handed

“Got it,” Mia replied.

called out to Mia, “I rode in on my motorcycle. Let me give you

“That won’t be necessary.”

more convenient if I

tried to protest.

let’s go.” Wade grabbed his keys and began to walk off without even waiting for Veronica’s

derisively and taunted, “Wade, could it be that you have a

out. I’m just helping out a colleague,” Wade

and followed Wade out

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 her

the office with Wade bringing Veronica around

past a cafe, Veronica suggested, “Hey, let’s stop here. I’ll buy you a cup of

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

in traffic!” Mia declared with a

streets in a daze before chuckling. “You’re right. There’s a lot of traffic

Mia could use traffic as an excuse,

table by the window and began enjoying a cup of

long have you

agency, and Wade was one of the commercial models. He was a young man