My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1033 New Challenges

“What’s the mean of this?” Brandon asked with a blank look.

Garrett cleared his throat and sheepishly scratched his head. “So here’s the thing. The Harding Group finished recruitment just a few days ago. The candidates weren’t exactly suitable for the Harding Group, but I think they will fit in the Larson Group nicely. I suggested for them to apply for an interview with your company, and those youngsters were also keen on the idea. I wanted to recommend them directly to you. Of course, I’ll gladly vouch for their eligibility.”

Brandon glanced at the list of names, his eyes narrowing. These people were quite famous, being the most popular newcomers in the industry.

A faint smile touched his lips. “I’ll take this list for review,” he said somewhat cautiously. “I’ll consider your recommendation.”

Garrett always had a good eye for people. As such, he rarely recognized someone to be truly gifted, no matter how famous they were. Once he did, it only meant that person was truly remarkable.

“Ah, you’re willing to give it a shot?” Garrett looked relieved. In truth, he had been afraid that Brandon would take his gesture in a bad light and reject the offer. Brandon only nodded casually.

Garrett grabbed a chair and gingerly sat in front of Brandon. He rubbed his palms against his trousers, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. “I didn’t really expect you would accept it. You didn’t trust me before, after all.”

Charis had driven a wedge

why are you still hung up about that? You’re going to be a father soon. You should stop being so narrow-minded.” Brandon folded the list and tucked it inside his pocket. “I do remember how you’ve contributed to the development of

remember?” Garrett asked,

was slowly recovering his memories, but

had said so himself, a wave of

knew and admired, the friend who had worked hard alongside him, was

two men stared at each other, and the tension

couldn’t put their feelings into words. They could only look at

eyes darting toward the door. “I wonder why

only been out for

the cafe, the dessert and beverages that Janet had ordered were just

try this,” she said to Laney. “This is

decorated with a chocolate bow. For their drinks, they had each ordered an oat milk

and

than a minute. Laney had grown fond