My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was well past midnight, but the building of the Larson Group was still lit up on all fours Up in the CEO’s Office, the fragrant aroma of broth permeated the room.

Charis slowly wiped her lips and told the servant, "You may take this back now."

She then turned to Ethan and smiled.

"I’m sorry, about that.I guess I’m just used to it."

"It’s fine," Ethan replied as he continued to type on his keyboard.

"Take a look at this and see if the plan is feasible after the modifications I made."

He ignored Charis’ comment about her habits, and all but shut down her attempt to intimate at their shared past.

Back when they had just started their own business, Charis did like to drink some soup whenever they had to work overtime.

To her credit, she would also ask her servants to prepare a decent midnight snack for the rest of the staff.She was quite finicky like that, but it never affected her work.

Besides, Charis was already much better than most rich ladies.She leaned over and read his revised plan over his shoulder.She made a point of being meticulous about it, and was pleased to find that it was perfect, down to the finest detail.

right corner of his laptop

since she hadn’t expected him to finish the revisions so

and their corresponding solutions in just a few

process of shutting down his computer and methodically packed up his

he spoke, his tone was cool and

our tech guys as well as the financial department

as a thought occurred to

he said,

less than two hours.You should have been able to take care of this easily without

second to compose

by so much work all at once.Come on,

had a-point, so he decided

suit jacket.He was done for

from the couch when the door to the office suddenly burst

beaded with sweat, his

accident.The taxi she was in was hit by another car and fell over the bridge.The rescue team