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

twenty–four hours left.I look forward to

going back to

with a wide smile on her

made a beeline for her room and dove into

window was open, letting in a soft breeze that

sunlight poured into the room and landed on the desk, where she

rolled her long hair into a haphazard bun and used one

her muscles, and then she would get right

preparing for the final exams

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

the light outside dimmed, and rain

water, and the fresh scent of damp grass hung in the

came at her

eyes still fixed on her computer screen.She didn‘t

holed up in here

which he set down on the wooden table on the other

it there.I‘ll eat later.I still have a

grateful glance before getting back to her computer. He was wearing

black hair was somewhat tousled, making his curls

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

one of his hands, while his other

voice,

you–" she paused, realizing