My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Out of caution, Charis decided not to meet Janet. Instead, she walked to Tiffany’s office and smiled at the employees along the way

“Miss Turner. I didn’t expect to meet you again after three years.” Tiffany smiled and stood up to shake hands with Charis.

“I was busy with work, so I couldn’t come out to welcome you. Please forgive me.” Charis let go of her hand and sat cross-legged on the leather chair opposite Tiffany.

“Well, I don’t like occasions like these, anyway. I’m glad you didn’t come out. Otherwise, the place would get too crowded.” Tiffany smiled.

“Are you here to talk about work with me?

Tiffany knew that Charis was in charge of the marketing department before.

“I heard the design department has witnessed rapid development in the past few years after I left. Our designs are a huge hit all over the country. I came to see what everyone’s been talking about.” Tiffany nodded in understanding and briefly reported their current situation to her.

“When did she start working here?” Charis asked, flipping through Janet’s designs. Her face bore no expression.

“This is our new designer, Janet Lind. She has incredible talent, and all her designs are unique. She has contributed a lot to our company. Mr. Larson appreciates her work, and I also think she is an asset to our company.”

If she praised Janet, it meant the woman was indeed

dejectedly put down the drafts. Janet seemed like a bigger threat now. Not only was she beautiful but seemed like a bundle of talent as well. It wasn’t surprising

help but wonder if Brandon was

leave you to

somehow separate

meant money and power could easily lure her. Charis felt Janet

a friend. He was the son of the Perkins family — a handsome, wealthy man. However, he was also a notorious playboy in the city.

he had never been with a woman for more than three months. Kent Perkins was talking over

goddamn abortion! Don’t call

had been pestering him for the past few days. She

baby. She had also said she wanted to divorce her husband and be with

haven’t changed one bit. One day, you’ll pay the price for all this!” Charis’s

to be associated with Kent in any way. He had tricked

his coat and hung it on the back of his chair before filling her glass with wine. “What’s up?” he