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.

was being so generous that he

“You

who was thin and tall. He didn’t seem like

assistant had its advantages. While Brandon was cold and harsh with others,

the food was served, Sean sat

a foodie. She enjoyed her meal so much. Even though she hadn’t finished what was on her plate, she kept her gaze fixed on the crab on the

some more if you’re still hungry. The canteen

at

“For food, I have to be strong, even if I’m

more. It’s really not pretty to

he subconsciously worked up a good appetite and ordered

and smiled

and then

to get to work. “Do

lit up. Clearly, the question was to his liking. “Do you see it,

way. It was just a casual

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 who needs care

on her laptop. As Sean went on, however, her attention started to wander

he was, in a sense, like a mother to

be portrayed as an important character. “Let me see your notes,” he said, grinning