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.”

on her hand, Janet shot Brandon a playful smile and said, “Are you interested in my day’s run-through?”

uncommon flush of embarrassment. However,

only added to her amusement. She taunted, “If you’re curious about my day, it’s simple. Keep

small slip exposed, Brandon blushed a little more, contrasting

with Janet, asking, “Even though I’m lost, I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes

you to figure out. You can’t just ask

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 the attractive bulge of his Adam’s apple. Caught in his

a dangerous smile,

you suppose? My

left room for interpretation, causing

alluring man! Brandon sauntered towards Janet, bypassing her desk and standing right in front of her