The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Tiffany had a pretty clear understanding of what Kaya was doing.

Unfortunately for the girl, she hated it the most when her subordinates were playing tricks to get ahead of their peers.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.

“If you’re so worried,” she said impatiently, then why don’t you repair it yourself? If you can, then I will give you due credit for it.” Kaya blinked, speechless.

But Tiffany wasn’t done yet.

She added, “Since it was you who broke the laptop last night, make sure to compensate the company for loss of property, and do it as soon as possible.”

With that, she turned away and headed in Natalie’s direction.

Computers played a big role in their job as designers, and the Larson Group had spared no expense in equipping them with the latest tools the market had to offer.

Allin all, the damages would cost at least a month‘s worth of Kaya’s salary.

She glared at Natalie, her hands clenching into fists.

It irked her to realize that she would have to lose a large amount of money without even accomplishing anything.

Natalie, on the other hand, was about to leave after seeing that the matter had been resolved.

To her surprise, Tiffany stopped in front of her.

“Hurry and get back to redoing your drafts. Tomorrow’s meeting will be at ten in the morning.” Tiffany glanced at her watch.

“You still have twenty-four hours left.I look forward to your designs.”

“Yes, Ms.Fisher.I‘m going back to work now.”

Natalie left with a wide smile on her face.

as Natalie got home, she made a beeline for

a soft breeze

landed on the desk, where she was hunched over,

hair into a haphazard bun and used one of her pencils

around to stretch her muscles, and

was decidedly more taxing than preparing for the final exams back

racing against time, and both her hands were barely enough to keep

light outside dimmed,

finally lightened up, the leaves outside glistened with water, and the fresh scent of damp grass hung in

knock suddenly came

still fixed on her computer screen.She

Sebastian was carrying a steaming bowl, which he set

eat later.! still have a lot

computer. He was wearing a casual gray shirt

was somewhat tousled, making his curls

worry, I won‘t bother you.Just carry on with your work.May I read these books?” Sebastian had pocketed one of his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling

voice, Natalie

you—” she paused,

she had moved in, and were in either Russian or Greek.She couldn’t read

“You can read them? Those are foreign

leaned against the bookshelf, his curls dangling

faint smile was dancing on

I can’t, but they do have illustrations

for languages even as a young child, and he had

all right,” Natalie

and began to color her draft with a digital

book and

way, why are you home all day? Don’t you need

was moved to tomorrow, and

very lucky, indeed,” Sebastian commented with a

asked, still engrossed

Is there a power