My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ducking into the bathroom, Lexi took a breather on the toilet, tapping her chest and feeling grateful for having barely dodged a tricky situation. She mumbied to herself, “No wonder Sean is Mr. Larson’s right hand. His powers of persuasion are so strong, he nearly got me to spill the beans.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided her first move would be to text Janet and fill her in, before pondering on whether to let Sean in on the secret.

Moments later, Janet noticed a new message from Lexi pop up on her computer screen as she worked at her desk.

Lexi wrote, “Boss, Sean was inquinng about what occurred at the studio today that frustrated you. Should I spill?”

Janet raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, stealing a glance at Brandon, who sat by the couch, wearing a grave expression.

She couldn’t deny that Brandon’s concern had a soothing effect on her. She typed back promptly, “No, let me deal with this.”

shot Brandon a playful smile and

embarrassment. However, he denied it and retorted, “I have no idea what

which only added to her amusement. She taunted, “If you’re

little more,

I’m lost, I’m more than willing to do whatever

obstinacy brought a wider smile to Janet’s face. “That’s for you to figure out. You can’t just ask someone what makes them happy.”

well-defined jaw lifted slightly, accentuating the attractive bulge of his Adam’s apple. Caught in his allure, Janet found her heart fluttering. She swallowed hard and lightly clenched her fist. “What… What are you planning to do?” As

a dangerous smile, his

do you suppose?

left room for interpretation,

bypassing her desk and standing right in front of her with a mischievous smile. “I’m about to do