My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“I’m not inquiring about that,” Sean’s gaze darted towards the office as he murmured. “What has put Mrs. Larson off? Has someone upset her?”

“I get your drift now,” Lexi responded, her confusion fading away.

She brushed her fingers through her hair and said hesitantly, “It might be best if Mr. Larson queries my boss directly. As her assistant, | can’t just leak information about her.”

Sean noticed Lexi’s barely contained annoyance and her burning desire to retort. It dawned on him. Outraged, he spat, “Is there truly someone bold enough to upset Mrs. Larson like this? It’s like poking the bear!”

Stroking his chin in contemplation, he sighed. “Mr. Larson won’t let this go unpunished.”

Lexi blinked quickly, her lips miming a zipped lock, signifying her silence.

temples at her gesture. “Don’t wall

the bottom of Mrs. Larson’s discontent,

inevitably slash

her mouth and mumbled, “Even if Mr. Larson asked me directly, my lips

Sean queried, perplexed.

maintain secrecy on matters my

concurred with Lexi’s assertion.

started to relax, but

shrugged, sighing. “Ordinarily, assistants keep things confidential. But what about the dynamic between your boss and Mr. Larson?” Lexi, a relative

And with Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions,

smirk of tnumph danced on Sean’s lips. He clapped Lexi’s shoulder, his tone grave. “And as Mrs. Larson’s right-hand woman, can