My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Sean looked troubled.

It was not because he doubted if Brandon could be a qualified assistant, but because the role of an assistant involved numerous responsibilities that could not be explained in just a few sentences.

Without professional training and several years of work experience, it would be impossible to quickly adapt and perform well in the job.

However, after seeing how determined Brandon was, Sean tried his best to explain the basics of being an assistant so that Brandon could avoid making mistakes.

From his understanding of Brandon, Sean was certain that with Brandon’s temperament, he would definitely irritate Janet.

But perhaps Brandon was the only CEO in the world that would willingly serve as his wife’s assistant.

After briefly learning about the role of an assistant, Brandon went to pick up Janet with confidence.

As soon as Brandon entered the studio, Janet rushed towards him and cried out proudly, “Guess what? Mrs. Reed came back to me and asked me to design the clothes for her grandma! Mandy has been fired!”

catching Janet as she leaped into his arms, Brandon held her slender waist and said calmly, “I’ve already learned some basics about the role of an assistant before coming

popped like a

to look at the only person who could have done

laugh, and said in a heavy tone, “Boss, it’s all for your good. It’s my job as an assistant to help Mr.

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at Brandon gloomily. “I was hoping to

with amusement, “Does it make a difference?” “Of course! I wanted to see you in shock, and I wanted to make you regret underestimating me! I hoped to hear you pleading with me to spare you, looking pitiful!” Janet said indignantly.

Brandon pitifully begging for her mercy was thrilling for

all her fantasies were quashed

it was all Lexi’s

Lexi looked around the room to avoid

any mercy. If you don’t want to do it, beg me to spare you!” Completely smitten with his wife’s fierce side, Brandon let out a chuckle. “How would you like me to beg for mercy, ma’am?” Janet snorted, “You’d have to bring me coffee and give me a massage, then