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.

the battle had come to an end. But one morning, Tiffany suddenly called her into her

to start over and design

frowned, tilting her head to the

“Don’t be anxious. Listen to me first. When we handed over your draft to the client, it was rejected and your designs were criticized thoroughly. They said they wanted

the design draft she had submitted and carefully examined

too inexperienced to understand where I had gone wrong. Ms. Fisher,

but Tiffany was also equally confused and

advice. I think this design draft is good. 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

do now?”

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

Tiffany’s decisiveness shocked Natalie.

ask her to modify the design until the client was

Tiffany had

took Natalie to

company belonged to a clothing group, and it ran a women’s fashion brand that

at the reception, Natalie

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

more arrogant and complacent

astonishment on Natalie’s face, Tiffany frowned. “You two know

collect second-hand goods several times. So she