The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“I’m not inquiring about that,” Sean’s gaze darted towards the office as he murmured. “What has put Mrs. Larson off? Has someone upset her?”

“I get your drift now,” Lexi responded, her confusion fading away.

She brushed her fingers through her hair and said hesitantly, “It might be best if Mr. Larson queries my boss directly. As her assistant, | can’t just leak information about her.”

Sean noticed Lexi’s barely contained annoyance and her burning desire to retort. It dawned on him. Outraged, he spat, “Is there truly someone bold enough to upset Mrs. Larson like this? It’s like poking the bear!”

Stroking his chin in contemplation, he sighed. “Mr. Larson won’t let this go unpunished.”

Lexi blinked quickly, her lips miming a zipped lock, signifying her silence.

in his temples at her gesture. “Don’t wall me

the bottom of Mrs. Larson’s discontent, 

inevitably slash his

“Even if Mr. Larson asked me

Sean queried, perplexed.

as an assistant is to maintain secrecy on matters my boss wishes to keep under wraps. That’s a fundamental trait of a professional assistant.”

concurred with Lexi’s assertion.

relax, but Sean’s shift in tone took her

Sean a wary look, questioning, “However, what?” Sean shrugged, sighing. “Ordinarily, assistants keep things confidential. But what about the dynamic between your boss and Mr.

Since they’re together, shouldn’t there be transparency? And with Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions, shouldn’t we be extra vigilant about her welfare?” Dumbfounded, Lexi conceded,

grave. “And as Mrs. Larson’s right-hand woman,