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.

wall me off. Mr. Larson

if he couldn’t get to the

inevitably slash his wages.

if Mr. Larson asked me directly, my

though?” Sean

maintain secrecy on matters my boss wishes to keep under wraps. That’s a fundamental trait of

concurred

relax, but Sean’s shift in tone took

questioning, “However, 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 a

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

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