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.

back to redoing your drafts.Tomorrow‘s meeting will be at ten

hours left.I look

Ms.Fisher.I‘m going back

wide smile

a beeline for

in a soft breeze that

beam of sunlight poured into the room and landed on the desk, where she

haphazard bun and used one of her

to stretch her muscles, and then she would get

than preparing for the final exams back

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

dimmed, and

glistened with water, and the fresh scent

suddenly came at

her computer screen.She

holed up in here for almost a day.Aren‘t

which he set down on the wooden table on the other side of

leave it there.I‘ll eat later.I

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

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

you.Just carry on with your work.May I read these

of his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the

his voice, Janet assumed that

course, you–" she paused,