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.

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

the bottom

would inevitably slash

if Mr. Larson asked me

Sean queried,

straight, thumped her chest, and asserted, “My duty as an assistant is to maintain secrecy on matters my boss

concurred

off further questions, Lexi started to relax, but Sean’s shift in tone took her

what?” Sean shrugged, sighing. “Ordinarily, assistants keep things confidential. But what about the dynamic between your boss and Mr. Larson?” Lexi, a relative newcomer compared to Sean, was momentarily thrown off by his question and blurted, “They’re

current heightened emotions, shouldn’t

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