My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 950 Laptop Got Broken

“Miss Lopez, please don’t do that,” Sean said as he grabbed Estella’s phone. He felt helpless by her actions. “Tell me, what do you want to eat?”

Estella immediately put her phone down. “Well, I won’t give you a hard time. Let’s just go to the company’s canteen.”

Sean just had to agree.

The Larson Group’s canteen was famous in Barnes. Even if it was only a company canteen, world-renowned chefs gathered there. It had been trending on the Internet for some time now.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m asking you to eat with me because you know Brandon well,” Estella said when she noticed that Sean was vigilantly standing more than ten meters away from her. “I just want to gather materials to write a novel. You see, I’m a novelist.”

Sean breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly followed her. ‘”Why didn’t you tell me earlier? However, I signed a confidentiality agreement. If I disclose Mr. Larson’s private affairs, I will get salary deductions.”

Sean’s pay had been significantly reduced because he had irritated Brandon.

“Then why don’t you resign?” Estella said, feeling sorry for him.

“I have never thought about my resignation. Mr. Larson could be harsh sometimes, but he’s a good man. Let’s stop talking about it anymore,” Sean said, and then he told Estella to order whatever she like.

“Then I’m not going to stand on ceremony,” Estella said, ordering the most expensive dishes.

was being so generous that he didn’t flinch at Estella’s

surprise, “You have so much money. It’s not

was thin and tall. He didn’t seem

Brandon’s assistant had its advantages. While Brandon was cold and harsh with others, he could

served, Sean sat down

meal so much. Even though she hadn’t finished what was

some more if you’re still hungry. The

smiling at her, he said, “Miss Lopez, your arm seems

I have to be strong, even if I’m badly

more. It’s really

the food so much, he subconsciously worked up

and smiled mysteriously,

her, and then he continued eating. Estella saw

the meal, Estella took out her laptop to get to work. “Do

eyes lit up. Clearly, the question was to his

it that way. It was

sorting out important documents, doing the laundry, and even cooking for Mr. Larson. Although

to him carefully, even taking notes on her laptop.

was telling her was that he was, in a sense, like

if he would be portrayed as an important character. “Let me see your notes,”