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!”

learned some basics about the role of an assistant before coming here, so I will be able to

like a balloon. Someone had spilled the

only person who could have done it,

blinked her eyes, let out an awkward laugh, and said in a heavy tone, “Boss, it’s all for your good. It’s my job as an assistant to help Mr. Larson adapt to his new

even more disappointed to

looked at Brandon gloomily. “I

with me to spare you, looking pitiful!” Janet said indignantly. She wanted to look at him with pity when

of Brandon pitifully begging for her

her fantasies were

was all Lexi’s

looked around the room

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