The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

It was well past midnight, but the building of the Larson Group was still lit up on all fours.

Up in the CEO’s Office, the fragrant aroma of broth permeated the room.

Charis slowly wiped her lips and told the servant, “You may take this back now.”

She then turned to Ethan and smiled. “I’m sorry, about that. I guess I’m just used to it.”

“It’s fine,” Ethan replied as he continued to type on his keyboard. “Take a look at this and see if the plan is feasible after the modifications I made.”

He ignored Charis’ comment about her habits, and all but shut down her attempt to intimate at their shared past. Back when they had just started their own business, Charis did like to drink some soup whenever they had to work overtime. To her credit, she would also ask her servants to prepare a decent midnight snack for the rest of the staff. She was quite finicky like that, but it never affected her work. Besides, Charis was already much better than most rich ladies.

She leaned over and read his revised plan over his shoulder. She made a point of being meticulous about it, and was pleased to find that it was perfect, down to the finest detail.

laptop screen. It was just two in the morning. This was surprising, since she hadn’t

ace at your job! You managed to itemize the problems and their corresponding solutions in just a few hours. If it were Garrett, it would probably

his briefcase. When he spoke, his tone was cool and business-like. “Since there is no problem, I will be handing the new plans over to our tech guys as well as the financial department so

a thought occurred to him. “But Charis,” he said, his eyes narrowed. “These are all very simple loopholes. We’ve encountered things like this in the past, some even trickier.

piercing gaze. She took a second to compose herself before answering. “Well… I’ve been learning a lot about the domestic market recently. I suppose I was overwhelmed by so much work all at once. Come on, Brandon.

he decided to drop the matter and said nothing more. He grabbed his briefcase and suit jacket. He was

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even risen from the couch when the door to the