The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Did you spend the weekend in prison? You look terrible,” Gerda commented as she pulled out her chair and sat down, munching on a hot dog.

“The cooperation project I’m handling is moving so fast. I needed to work overtime for two consecutive days,” Natalie drawled and yawned. She was so tired that she felt she would doze off the next second.

“Were you able to finish?”

Leaning on her table, Natalie nodded weakly. “It was finished this morning!”

As the two chatted idly, Tiffany’s voice rang out from behind them. “Quinn, please see me in my office.”

In a daze, Natalie raised her head. Gerda shot her a sympathetic look then stuck out her tongue like a little child. “Sounds like you’ll need to revise your drawings. Good luck!”

Barely holding herself together, Natalie trudged into Tiffany’s office.

“You look exhausted. I never thought anyone else here would work harder than me.” Tiffany sipped at her coffee pensively, looking Natalie up and down almost sympathetically. Then, she spread out the design drawings on her desk and said, “The Color Company has sent these to the factory already. There’s no need for you to make any modifications. They’re very satisfied with your work. That’s all I wanted to say. You can go back now and take things easy.”

Natalie looked at Tiffany warily and asked slowly, “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Ms. Fisher?”

She found it hard to believe that Tiffany just called her in to praise her.

“No. Go back to your desk and take a nap, will you? I’ll pretend that I don’t see you slacking off.” The corners of Tiffany’s red lips lifted, revealing a warm smile.

Then, having dismissed Natalie, she fixed her eyes on the design drawings before her.

After lunch, a notification popped up on Natalie’s computer.

It was Brandon. “I heard that you did a good job.”

There were thousands of employees in the Larson Group, and she was

job, Mr. Larson.

new designers weren’t usually get well-paid. Only Natalie herself knew that if she didn’t enjoy this job,

output. Given your progress,

“Really?”

lost control of herself and nearly

raise was the least of her expectations, but it was very much welcome, as it would help her

the surveillance video from his computer screen, staring at the woman who was snickering

overtime in the past two days?”

secretly, wondering if the

the CEO probably had access to the attendance

surprising that he would pay special

uneasiness and cheered up at the thought of her

overtime because I needed to finish my design for our

this message, confusion began to creep

in the Larson Group. Why did the CEO personally tell a newcomer that her salary was to be raised? Wasn’t

Brandon seemed

evaluation for raises and promotions. Your raise is my special reward for you, which is why

replied, “Thank you, Mr. Larson. I will work harder

she sent a smiling emoji

job. She was

company, too. Perhaps the boss was willing to shell out

too much, Natalie proceeded to focus

to get off work, Natalie was about to turn her laptop off when Brandon sent her

today. You have