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.

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

left.I

Ms.Fisher.I‘m going back to work

with a wide smile

she made a beeline for her room and dove into

window was open, letting in a soft breeze that

the room and landed on the desk, where she

into a haphazard bun and used one of

would stand and walk around to stretch her muscles, and

preparing for the final exams back at

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

the light outside dimmed, and rain

it finally lightened up, the leaves outside glistened with water, and the fresh scent

knock suddenly came at

her eyes still fixed on her

here for

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

leave it there.I‘ll eat later.I still

to her computer. He was wearing a

was somewhat tousled, making his curls stand out

I won‘t bother you.Just carry on with your work.May I

hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the

his voice, Janet assumed that he had

course, you–" she paused, realizing