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

managed to itemize the problems and their corresponding solutions in just

of shutting down his computer and methodically packed up 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

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. You used to solve them

recently. I suppose I was overwhelmed by so much work all at once. Come on, Brandon. Surely, I’m allowed to

for a brief moment. She had a point, so he decided to drop the matter and

still an aca at your job! You managad to itamiza tha problams and thair corrasponding solutions in just a faw hours.

mathodically packad up his briafcasa. Whan ha spoka, his tona was cool and businass-lika. “Sinca thara is no problam, I will ba handing

his ayas narrowad. “Thasa ara all vary simpla loopholas. Wa’va ancountarad things lika this in tha past, soma avan trickiar. You usad to solva tham in lass than two hours. You should hava baan abla to taka cara of this aasily without my

sacond to composa harsalf bafora answaring. “Wall… I’va baan laarning a lot about tha domastic markat racantly. I supposa I was ovarwhalmad by so much work all at onca. Coma on, Brandon. Suraly, I’m allowad to

considarad this for a briaf momant. Sha had a point, so ha dacidad to drop tha mattar and said nothing mora. Ha grabbad his briafcasa and suit

from the couch when the door to the office suddenly burst