My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

On the surface, Tiffany was just explaining the facts to Janet, but in fact, she was deliberately putting Emani in her place. She had worked with Emani before, and she didn’t like her from the very beginning. In her eves arrogant. How could she just stand by and watch as Emani bully her co-worker?

Both Emani and her assistant were stunned speechless.

So was Janet She took a deep breath to calm down. She had no idea that Brandon had given her such expensive clothes. Emani was so embarrassed that the thick layer of foundation on her face couldn’t cover her reddened cheeks. Without saying another word, she turned around to leave. But before she could storm off, Tiffany stopped her.

“Where are you going, honey? I heard that dress’designer is coming tonight. I thought you were friends with her? How about we go to her and have a chat?” Emani’s heart leaped to her throat. She was just bluffing earlier. She couldn’t even borrow a decent dress for the party, so how could she know the designer?

“No, thanks. Something urgent came up.” Emani forced a smile and turned around once more. She had to get out of here.

just a nobody that she could bully. But now, it seemed she

the way, Emani, a word of advice-take off that basic dress. You’re a celebrity. Don’t you think you should dress better than

furious, but she couldn’t deny how expensive Janet’s dress was. Perhaps Janet wasn’t just the ordinary employee

say anything more, she could only leave, sulking, with her assistant and change her clothes in one of the stalls. She gritted her teeth angrily. She hated Janet for this.

you looking for?” Tiffany eyed Janet questioningly, who

you for your help, Ms.

Janet stayed where she was and continued

the other end of the hall, the lights suddenly