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.

throb in his temples at her gesture. “Don’t wall me off. Mr. Larson is doing this

importantly, if he couldn’t get to the bottom of Mrs.

would inevitably

Larson asked me directly, my lips would

though?” Sean queried,

asserted, “My duty as an assistant is to maintain secrecy

Sean concurred with Lexi’s assertion.

started to relax, but Sean’s shift

confidential. But what about the dynamic between your boss and Mr. Larson?” Lexi, a relative newcomer compared to Sean, was momentarily thrown off by

with Mrs. Larson’s current heightened emotions,

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