The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Why did Mr. Harding give us such a difficult director? She’s worse than Ike,” a male colleague complained under his breath as he made revisions to his design drawing.

Fortunately, Tiffany’s office was far from here, so they could afford a moment to slack off.

“Tiffany’s a typical twenty-first century iron lady. She’s good with office work and housework.” Suddenly, a female colleague sitting next to Natalie poked her head out. “Hey, is she married? How old is she anyway?”

“I don’t know how old she is, but I’m willing to bet she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The male colleague gnawed one end of his pen, lost in thought as he stared at his drawing.

Natalie commented lightheartedly, “I think she’s good for this department. She might be cold and strict, but she’s just and will get the job done. We could learn a lot from her.”

As everyone chattered on excitedly, they suddenly heard a knock on the glass. Tiffany was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. “Since you all have so much free time on your hands, let’s have a meeting at ten o’clock. All you designers are required to attend.”

A hush fell over the office. Everyone knew they were doomed. The male colleague subtly made a gesture of slitting his throat.

“The design department just received an important project. We’ll be cooperating with another company to design the spring collection. Every designer has to submit their plan by the end of this week.”

As Tiffany spoke, she flipped through a PowerPoint presentation concisely. Then, glancing at all the designers before her, she finished assigning tasks and left the room, like a teacher leaving her students to answer their test.

The atmosphere in the design department dropped several hundred degrees.

Natalie and the other designers all worked overtime that week, sketching drafts seriously, as if they were in the middle of an intense exam.

Surprisingly, when the designs were submitted a week later, Natalie’s design was selected.

come to an end. But one

to start over

frowned, tilting her head to

be anxious. Listen to me first. When we handed over your draft to the client, it was rejected and

the design draft she had

accordance with their requirements. I’m surprised they had rejected it. Maybe it’s because I’m too inexperienced to understand where I had gone wrong. Ms. Fisher, please give me some advice, or

Natalie, but Tiffany was

That’s why I chose it and presented it to the client. Well, frankly, if a client is not happy with our design, they never reject it right away. They usually ask us to modify it based on their requirements. I can’t believe

we do

go to their company and ask them why they rejected it. It would be better to talk to them in person. Bring your design drafts and laptop with you so that we can modify it on the spot.” As Tiffany spoke, she stood up and took her

Tiffany’s decisiveness shocked Natalie.

ask her to modify

had

took Natalie to the

belonged to a clothing group, and it ran a women’s fashion brand that had gained popularity over the

they arrived at the reception, Natalie met an old

you waiting. I am in charge of the project. You can talk to me directly.” Cassie walked in haughtily with a cup of

became more arrogant and complacent

face, Tiffany frowned. “You

house to collect second-hand goods several times. So she works as a designer in your company? Well, it looks like you’re