My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Hearing this, a momentary stiffness marred Suzanne’s smile. She clenched her fists discreetly, straining to uphold the facade of her pleasant demeanor. “In that case, I’ll leave Ms. White to make all necessary arrangements. I shall not intervene any further.”

She placed a pointed emphasis on the words “intervene any further”, her voice faltering slightly.

Janet, seemingly oblivious to Suzanne’s veiled hint, offered a warm smile. “If there’s nothing else, Ms. Duncan, feel free to take your leave. [have some personal matters to address.” Suzanne, now feeling subtly ousted by Janet, struggled to keep her composure. She managed a strained smile, murmured a hasty “goodbye”, and spun on her heel to exit swiftly.

She was convinced that lingering even a moment longer would unleash her mounting fury, leading to an unanticipated showdown with Janet. Janet watched Suzanne’s retreating figure, her mind deep in thought. The smile on her face gradually dissolved. She had caught a fleeting glimpse of the rage and resentment in Suzanne’s eyes as she turned to leave.

What had sparked Suzanne’s ire?

Was it the day’s unexpected turn of events, or had Janet’s proactive handling of Vivi’s parents upset Suzanne’s carefully laid plans?

Janet allowed her gaze to drift away. Dismissing her bewilderment for the time being, she redirected

for Vivi’s parents at a Larson Group-owned

for a doctor to oversee their health. Half a day had swiftly passed by the time all these arrangements were

Janet reassured her employees before

she sank into the couch. “At least today’s ordeal

rose and moved to skillfully knead Janet’s

truly come into your own. The way you handled everything today was a testament to a formidable

her to quip, “Well, that’s expected. After all, [am the wife

gradually lightened Janet’s spirits, and her

a grave tone, “We must probe into Vivi’s car accident post-haste. If we

efforts to uncover the truth about Vivi’s accident. We won’t rest until justice is served.”