My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Tiffany had a pretty clear understanding of what Kaya was doing.

Unfortunately for the girl, she hated it the most when her subordinates were playing tricks to get ahead of their peers.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.

"If you‘re so worried," she said impatiently, then why don‘t you repair it yourself? If you can, then I will give you due credit for it."

Kaya blinked, speechless.

But Tiffany wasn‘t done yet.

She added, "Since it was you who broke the laptop last night, make sure to compensate the company for loss of property, and do it as soon as possible."

With that, she turned away and headed in Janet‘s direction.

Computers played a big role in their job as designers, and the Larson Group had spared no expense in equipping them with the latest tools the market had to offer.

All in all, the damages would cost at least a month‘s worth of Kaya‘s salary.

She glared at Janet, her hands clenching into fists.

It irked her to realize that she would have to lose a large amount of money without even accomplishing anything.

Janet, on the other hand, was about to leave after seeing that the matter had been resolved.

To her surprise, Tiffany stopped in front of her.

will be at ten in the morning."

have twenty–four hours left.I look forward to your

going back

with a wide

she made a beeline for her room and dove

was open, letting in a soft breeze that played with the

landed

rolled her long hair into a haphazard bun and used one of her

her muscles,

more taxing than preparing for the final exams back at the

against time, and both her hands were barely enough to keep up with the ideas that constantly came

outside dimmed, and rain began to

with water, and the fresh scent of damp grass

knock suddenly came at her

fixed on her computer screen.She didn‘t

been holed up in here

bowl, which he set down on the wooden table on the other

it there.I‘ll eat later.I still have a lot to

gave him one grateful glance before getting back to her computer. He was wearing a casual

hair was somewhat tousled, making his curls stand out more than

to stay.Don‘t worry, I won‘t bother you.Just carry on with your work.May I

had pocketed one of his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the spines of

slight rasp in his voice, Janet assumed

she paused,