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.

at her gesture. “Don’t wall me off.

the bottom of Mrs. Larson’s discontent,

inevitably

hid her mouth and mumbled, “Even if Mr. Larson asked me

Sean queried, perplexed.

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

right,” Sean concurred with

questions, Lexi started to relax, but Sean’s shift in tone took her by surprise. “However…”

what about the dynamic between your

be transparency? And with Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions, shouldn’t we

Sean’s lips. He clapped Lexi’s shoulder, his tone grave. “And as Mrs. Larson’s right-hand woman, can you stand by while she’s