The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 950 Laptop Got Broken

“Miss Lopez, please don’t do that,” Sean said as he grabbed Estella’s phone. He felt helpless by her actions. “Tell me, what do you want to eat?”

Estella immediately put her phone down. “Well, I won’t give you a hard time. Let’s just go to the company’s canteen.”

Sean just had to agree.

The Larson Group’s canteen was famous in Barnes. Even if it was only a company canteen, world-renowned chefs gathered there. It had been trending on the Internet for some time now.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m asking you to eat with me because you know Brandon well,” Estella said when she noticed that Sean was vigilantly standing more than ten meters away from her. “I just want to gather materials to write a novel. You see, I’m a novelist.”

Sean breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly followed her. ‘”Why didn’t you tell me earlier? However, I signed a confidentiality agreement. If I disclose Mr. Larson’s private affairs, I will get salary deductions.”

Sean’s pay had been significantly reduced because he had irritated Brandon.

“Then why don’t you resign?” Estella said, feeling sorry for him.

“I have never thought about my resignation. Mr. Larson could be harsh sometimes, but he’s a good man. Let’s stop talking about it anymore,” Sean said, and then he told Estella to order whatever she like.

“Then I’m not going to stand on ceremony,” Estella said, ordering the most expensive dishes.

generous that he didn’t flinch at

card balance, Estella said in surprise, “You

and tall. He didn’t seem like a

assistant had its advantages. While Brandon was cold and harsh with others, he could be kind

was served,

she hadn’t finished what was on her plate, she

can order some more if you’re still hungry. The canteen

easily move her arm now. Still smiling at her, he said, “Miss Lopez, your arm seems

to be strong, even if I’m badly injured,” she

more. It’s really

the food so much, he subconsciously worked up a

her mouth and smiled mysteriously,

then he continued eating. Estella saw a bitter smile

to work. “Do you think you’re very important

was

didn’t actually see it that way. It was just a casual

Sean began to tell her more about his work. “I’m usually responsible for cleaning his villa, sorting out important documents, doing the laundry, and even cooking for Mr. Larson. Although Mr. Larson appears to be high and mighty to others, he was one person

on her laptop. As

her was that he was, in a sense,

in Estella’s book, he wanted to see if he would be portrayed as an important character. “Let me see your notes,” he said, grinning