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.

at the clock in the bottom right corner of his laptop screen. It was just two in the

grinned. “You’re still an ace at your job! You managed to itemize the problems and their corresponding solutions in just a few hours. If it

the process 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 department so that they can start working right

in the past, some even trickier. You used to solve them in less than two hours. You should have been able to take care of

took a second to compose herself before answering. “Well… I’ve been learning a lot about the domestic market recently. I suppose I

considered this for a brief moment. She had a point, so he decided to drop the matter and said nothing more. He grabbed his briefcase and suit jacket. He was done for the

and thair corrasponding solutions in just a faw hours. If it wara Garratt, it would probably taka him until

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the couch when the door to the office suddenly