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.

meeting will be at ten in the morning."

twenty–four hours left.I look forward to your

going back to work

left with a wide smile on

home, she made a beeline for her room and dove into her

letting in a soft breeze that

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

haphazard bun and used one of her pencils to hold it

her muscles, and

taxing than preparing for

were barely

dimmed, and rain

glistened with water, and

suddenly came at

her computer

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

carrying a steaming bowl, which he set down on the wooden table on the

you.Just leave it there.I‘ll eat later.I still have

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

somewhat tousled, making his curls stand out

you.Just carry on with your

hands, while his other hand was now fiddling

voice, Janet assumed

you–" she paused, realizing