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.

wall me off. Mr. Larson is doing this for

get to the bottom of Mrs.

inevitably slash his wages.

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

Sean queried,

up straight, thumped her chest, and asserted, “My duty as an assistant is to maintain secrecy on matters my boss wishes

right,” Sean concurred with

questions, Lexi started to relax, but Sean’s shift in tone took her

accelerated, and she gave Sean a wary look, questioning, “However, what?” Sean shrugged, sighing. “Ordinarily, assistants keep things confidential. But what about the dynamic between your boss and Mr. Larson?” Lexi, a relative newcomer compared to

together, shouldn’t there be transparency? And with Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions, shouldn’t we be

He clapped Lexi’s shoulder, his tone grave. “And as