The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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

still have twenty–four hours left.I look forward to

Ms.Fisher.I‘m going back to

left with a wide smile on

got home, she made a beeline for her room and dove into her

was open, letting in a soft breeze that played with the white

room and landed on the desk, where she was hunched over,

haphazard bun and used

then, she would stand and walk around to stretch her muscles, and then she would get right back to

taxing than preparing for the final exams back at

hands were barely enough to keep up with the

the light outside dimmed,

leaves outside glistened with water, and the fresh

came at her

her eyes still fixed on her computer screen.She didn‘t turn around, even as footfalls came

holed up in here for almost a day.Aren‘t you

was carrying a steaming bowl, which he set down on the wooden table on

later.I

getting back to her computer. He was wearing

making his curls stand

stay.Don‘t worry, I won‘t bother you.Just carry on with your work.May I read

had pocketed one of his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the spines of her

from the slight rasp in his voice, Janet assumed that he had

course, you–" she paused, realizing