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.”

reread his message, feeling flattered. There were thousands of employees in the Larson Group, and

cautiously replied, “I was just doing my job, Mr. Larson. I’ll do

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

employee’s output. Given

“Really?”

of herself and nearly shrieked

her expectations, but it was very much welcome, as it would help her pay for Hannah’s

office, the man watched the surveillance video from his computer screen, staring

overtime in the

around the office secretly, wondering if the

realized that the CEO probably had access to the attendance of

that he would pay special attention to her, an insignificant employee, let

off any feeling of uneasiness and

I had to work overtime because I needed to finish my design for our client as soon as

this message, confusion began to

did the CEO personally tell a newcomer that her

moment, Brandon seemed to read her

annual evaluation for raises and promotions. Your raise is my special reward for you, which is why I’m the

a sigh of relief and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Larson. I will work

sent a smiling emoji of

her first job.

willing

too much, Natalie proceeded to focus

Natalie was about to turn her laptop off

overtime today. You have to get