The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

 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.

clock in the bottom right corner of his laptop screen.It

surprising, since she hadn’t expected him to finish the revisions

an ace at your job! You managed to itemize the problems and their corresponding

shutting down his computer and methodically

he spoke, his tone was

new plans over to our tech guys as well as the financial department so

a thought occurred to

he said, his

less than two hours.You

took a second to compose

so much work all at once.Come on, Brandon.Surely, I’m allowed to

moment.She had a-point, so he

his briefcase and suit jacket.He was

couch when

beaded with sweat,

got into a car accident.The taxi she was in was hit by another car and fell over the bridge.The rescue team is still