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.

my fault.I was too stupid… What

easily let go

it and get back to them by the end of the day.The Larson Group is not to be trifled with.I don’t know if Mr.Larson himself has heard about it or not.I’ve already told Mr.Harding that you should be demoted first for putting us

chairman hung up

the phone, gritting his

position hadn’t been easy.He had worked

everything he had worked hard to achieve just because of a

sitting

practically screaming over the phone, and she had heard every word of their conversation Jason was getting

that? You idiot, what did you do in the Larson

furious that he slammed the

the floor and threw them

the bane of my life! Let’s break up!

"What did you say?"

reddened with

see the design, you agreed.But now, you’re blaming

dumping men — not once has

was a matter of

"Fuck off!"

the bed, Jason stood up and