My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The chairman’s question shocked Jason.He walked to the sofa and slumped down, feeling helpless.

"Sir, please listen to my explanation.I did ask my girlfriend to evaluate the design drafts.But…"

He had involved Jocelyn in the decision-making process, just to please her, thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal.

However, he didn’t expect the chairman of the company to find out about it.

Jason broke into a cold sweat and didn’t dare to deny his mistake.

"Jason, how could you make a mistake at this critical moment? After a lot of hard work, our company has finally managed to collaborate with the Larson Group.Don’t you know the design resources of the Larson Group have been outstanding in recent years? I had planned to take advantage of the collaboration this time to develop the Color Company into a domestic preeminent modest luxury brand.We can’t make any mistakes.Do you understand?"

The chairman was furious.

Jason took a deep breath and said, "Please give me one last chance.I will undo all the mistakes."

"What can you do? I saw the design drafts the Larson Group had submitted.The first design was obviously better, but your girlfriend rejected it.Pleasing your girlfriend had clouded your decision.You were stupid.Our collaboration with the Larson Group is more important than anything else.How dare you allow her to make the decision?"

The chairman reprimanded Jason.

Jason bit his lip and didn’t dare to retort.

All he could do was apologize over and over again. After all, it was indeed his fault.

was too stupid… What has the Larson

inkling the chairman wouldn’t easily let go of him because of

of the day.The Larson Group is not to be trifled with.I don’t

chairman hung up

clenched the phone, gritting his

been easy.He had worked hard

had lost everything he had worked

sitting

been practically screaming over the phone, and she had heard every word

what did you do

furious that he slammed

the floor and threw them at

fault.You are the bane of my life!

"What did you say?"

reddened

the design, you agreed.But now, you’re blaming me for everything.Man up, you

dumping men — not once

was a matter of

"Fuck off!"

the bed, Jason stood up and