The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Did you spend the weekend in prison? You look terrible,” Gerda commented as she pulled out her chair and sat down, munching on a hot dog.

“The cooperation project I’m handling is moving so fast. I needed to work overtime for two consecutive days,” Natalie drawled and yawned. She was so tired that she felt she would doze off the next second.

“Were you able to finish?”

Leaning on her table, Natalie nodded weakly. “It was finished this morning!”

As the two chatted idly, Tiffany’s voice rang out from behind them. “Quinn, please see me in my office.”

In a daze, Natalie raised her head. Gerda shot her a sympathetic look then stuck out her tongue like a little child. “Sounds like you’ll need to revise your drawings. Good luck!”

Barely holding herself together, Natalie trudged into Tiffany’s office.

“You look exhausted. I never thought anyone else here would work harder than me.” Tiffany sipped at her coffee pensively, looking Natalie up and down almost sympathetically. Then, she spread out the design drawings on her desk and said, “The Color Company has sent these to the factory already. There’s no need for you to make any modifications. They’re very satisfied with your work. That’s all I wanted to say. You can go back now and take things easy.”

Natalie looked at Tiffany warily and asked slowly, “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Ms. Fisher?”

She found it hard to believe that Tiffany just called her in to praise her.

“No. Go back to your desk and take a nap, will you? I’ll pretend that I don’t see you slacking off.” The corners of Tiffany’s red lips lifted, revealing a warm smile.

Then, having dismissed Natalie, she fixed her eyes on the design drawings before her.

After lunch, a notification popped up on Natalie’s computer.

It was Brandon. “I heard that you did a good job.”

reread his message, feeling flattered. There were thousands of employees in the Larson Group, and she was just a newbie. How could the news about her work have

doing my job, Mr. Larson.

weren’t usually get well-paid. Only Natalie herself knew that if

Brandon then said, “We monitor every employee’s output. Given your progress,

“Really?”

lost control of herself and nearly

A raise was the least of her expectations, but it was very much welcome, as it would help her pay for Hannah’s medical

the man watched the surveillance video from his computer screen, staring at the woman who was snickering at her

overtime in the past two

wondering if the

that the CEO probably had access to the attendance

surprising that he would pay special attention to her, an insignificant

off any feeling of uneasiness and cheered up at

needed to finish my design

this message, confusion began to

thousands of employees in the Larson Group. Why did the CEO personally tell a newcomer that her salary was to be raised? Wasn’t that the HR’s

that moment, Brandon seemed to read

raise is my special

you,

a smiling

job. She was

Group was a huge company, too. Perhaps the boss was willing

too much, Natalie proceeded to

work, Natalie was about to turn her laptop off when