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.

drafts.Tomorrow‘s meeting will be at ten in the morning." Tiffany glanced at her

left.I look

going back

wide

made a beeline for her room and dove into her

soft breeze that

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

rolled her long hair into a haphazard bun and used one of her pencils to hold it

then, she would stand and walk around to stretch her

preparing for the final exams back at

both her hands were barely enough to keep up with the ideas

outside dimmed, and rain began to

outside glistened with water, and the fresh scent of damp grass hung

suddenly came

still fixed on her computer screen.She didn‘t turn around, even

holed up in here for almost

down on the wooden table on the other side

later.I still have a lot

computer. He was wearing a casual gray shirt today,

tousled, making his curls stand out

to stay.Don‘t worry, I won‘t bother you.Just carry on

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

rasp in his voice, Janet assumed

she