The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ducking into the bathroom, Lexi took a breather on the toilet, tapping her chest and feeling grateful for having barely dodged a tricky situation. She mumbied to herself, “No wonder Sean is Mr. Larson’s right hand. His powers of persuasion are so strong, he nearly got me to spill the beans.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided her first move would be to text Janet and fill her in, before pondering on whether to let Sean in on the secret.

Moments later, Janet noticed a new message from Lexi pop up on her computer screen as she worked at her desk.

Lexi wrote, “Boss, Sean was inquinng about what occurred at the studio today that frustrated you. Should I spill?”

Janet raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, stealing a glance at Brandon, who sat by the couch, wearing a grave expression.

She couldn’t deny that Brandon’s concern had a soothing effect on her. She typed back promptly, “No, let me deal with this.”

propping her chin on her hand, Janet shot Brandon a playful smile and

However, he denied it and retorted, “I have no idea what you

Janet, it was a rare sight to see even a trace of embarrassment on Brandon’s usually stoic and handsome face, which only added to her amusement.

exposed, Brandon blushed a little more, contrasting his usually impassive face.

than willing to do whatever

“That’s for you to figure out. You can’t just ask someone what makes them

and upright, Brandon’s features, sharp and distinguished, looked almost dreamy in the dying sunlight, making him a sight for sore eyes. As he adjusted his tie, his well-defined jaw lifted slightly, accentuating

dangerous smile, his

suppose? My precious

room for interpretation, causing Janet’s

desk and standing right in front of her with a mischievous smile. “I’m about to do something that will cheer you up.”