The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Out of caution, Charis decided not to meet Janet. Instead, she walked to Tiffany’s office and smiled at the employees along the way 

“Miss Turner. I didn’t expect to meet you again after three years.” Tiffany smiled and stood up to shake hands with Charis.

 “I was busy with work, so I couldn’t come out to welcome you. Please forgive me.” Charis let go of her hand and sat cross-legged on the leather chair opposite Tiffany.

 “Well, I don’t like occasions like these, anyway. I’m glad you didn’t come out. Otherwise, the place would get too crowded.” Tiffany smiled. 

“Are you here to talk about work with me?

Tiffany knew that Charis was in charge of the marketing department before.

“I heard the design department has witnessed rapid development in the past few years after I left. Our designs are a huge hit all over the country. I came to see what everyone’s been talking about.” Tiffany nodded in understanding and briefly reported their current situation to her. 

“When did she start working here?” Charis asked, flipping through Janet’s designs. Her face bore no expression.

“This is our new designer, Janet Lind. She has incredible talent, and all her designs are unique. She has contributed a lot to our company. Mr. Larson appreciates her work, and I also think she is an asset to our company.”

remained silent. Tiffany was a picky woman. If she praised Janet, it meant

bigger threat now. Not only was she beautiful but seemed like a

Brandon was

I should leave you

somehow separate the two before Janet knew the truth. He and Janet were

and power could easily lure her. Charis felt

family — a handsome, wealthy man. However, he was also a

woman for more than three months. Kent Perkins was talking over the phone

call

past few days. She was a married woman. Kent, as

also said she wanted to divorce her husband

you haven’t changed one bit. One day, you’ll pay the price for all this!” Charis’s nose scrunched up

wouldn’t want to be associated with Kent in any way. He had tricked a lot of women

his coat and hung it on the back of his chair before filling her glass with wine. “What’s up?” he asked, smiling.