The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

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 Janet’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. All in all, the damages would cost at least a month’s worth of Kaya’s salary.

She glared at Janet, 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.

Janet, 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.

meeting will be at ten in the morning.” Tiffany glanced at her watch. “You still

now.” Janet left with a wide

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made a beeline for her room and

A beam of sunlight poured into

and used one of her pencils to hold it in place. Now and then, she would stand and walk around to stretch her

the final exams back at the university. It felt as though she was racing against time, and both her hands were barely enough to keep up with the

rain began to pour. When it finally lightened up, the leaves outside glistened with water, and the fresh scent of

came

on her computer screen. She didn’t turn

for almost a day. Aren’t you hungry?” Ethan was carrying a steaming

it there. I’ll eat later. I still have a lot to finish.” Janet gave him one grateful glance before getting back to

trousers. His lustrous black hair was somewhat tousled, making

his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the spines of her books. Judging from