My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was autumn in Seacisco.Golden, auburn and red leaves fell gently from the trees and scattered the streets below.

The sky was overcast and gloomy.

Every person on the street had windbreakers on and walked briskly through the inclement weather.

Janet peered out of the window, wondering whether there would be heavy rains to follow this foreboding weather.

Tiffany's usual serious voice suddenly came to her ears.

"See me in my office, Lind." Everyone cast Janet a sympathetic look.

Recently, Tiffany had been picking on every designer in the store.

People were starting to wonder if she was perhaps going through menopause.

"Ms.Fisher, what can I do for you?"

Janet recalled the work she had done over the past few days.She had completed every project as scheduled.She couldn't think of a reason for Tiffany to criticize her.

job in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand

cross-legged in the chair and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then she lowered her head and continued to look

I work with this time?" Janet said,

co-designer collaborating on one project together.Tiffany raised her eyes, rested her elbow on the table, and said thoughtfully, "Since you have worked with the Perkins before, I am going to let you be the chief designer

just a mid-tier

nor did she qualify for one; which meant that Tiffany was

could definitely attract

is

mixed feelings

supervisor was friendly and nice, other times she felt like

thought about it for some time but still felt uneasy.She called Kent during her lunch

will you please stop

quite happy.But when he heard the frigid tone in which she questioned him, his heart

accusing me

the chief

saw our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they came to