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.

your drafts.Tomorrow‘s meeting will be at ten in the morning." Tiffany glanced at

hours left.I look forward

going back

a wide smile

a

window was open, letting in a soft breeze that played

beam of sunlight poured into the room and landed on the desk, where she was hunched over,

a haphazard bun and used

walk around to stretch her muscles,

taxing than preparing for the final exams back

racing against time, and both her hands were barely enough to keep up with the ideas that constantly came to

the light outside dimmed, and rain

with water, and the fresh

came at her

her computer screen.She didn‘t turn around,

in here for

steaming bowl, which he set down on the wooden table on

it there.I‘ll eat later.I

He was wearing

tousled, making his curls stand out

worry, I won‘t bother you.Just carry on with your

pocketed one of his hands, while his other

slight rasp in his voice, Janet assumed that he had

she paused,