My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Oh? Is that right?” Brandon asked as he lowered his head to look at his attire. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and continued,
“Then, my dear one-day boss, how do you think I should dress up?” Janet frowned and said seriously, “What kind of assistant
can afford such luxurious clothing? I can rent my studio for half a year with this outfit!”
Janet circled Brandon, scrutinizing his outfit while shaking her head disapprovingly. “And I can even buy two studios with your
watch alone! With this extravagant get-up, how can I possibly order you around later?” she said in exasperation.
Brandon laughed and asked, “So, what should I wear to fit my role as an assistant?”
Janet rubbed her chin and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Brandon to the closet. She
made him change into the cheapest clothes she could find and purposely messed up his hair to make him look a bit unkempt.
However, no matter what he wore, Brandon still had an aristocratic air around him, like a nobleman from a painting. Even his
slightly messy hair seemed to be a natural part of his charm.
While having a handsome husband was something to be proud of, Janet felt helpless.
She looked more like the assistant in comparison.
After making Brandon try many different outfits, Janet finally gave up. She realized she couldn’t hide his elegance and
sophistication no matter how he dressed.
“Forget it. Just drive me to work, my noble assistant!” Janet said through her gritted teeth.
In the studio, Janet sat arrogantly in the boss’s chair while looking at Brandon standing in front of her. Somehow, she felt a
strange sense of satisfaction sweeping over her heart.
Although the process wasn’t pleasant, Janet felt her frustration disappear when she saw Brandon transform into her assistant,
serving her.
“Brandon,” Janet said after clearing her throat. She smiled and continued, “Have I made myself clear about the things you need
to do? Don’t forget to go through the documents on the desk. We have some clients coming later, so make sure you entertain
them.” Brandon nodded emotionlessly and went out with the documents.
Watching Brandon leave, Janet was unconsciously grinning from ear to ear.
The feeling of having a high and mighty CEO work for her was just too satisfying! 1

However, her satisfaction was only temporary. Janet waited and waited in the office, but her appointment never arrived.
Janet felt something was wrong.
She hurriedly went out to check on the situation.
Suddenly, her lips twitched, and she was speechless when she saw the way Brandon was attending to a client.
His face was expressionless as he spoke, and the client looked a bit flustered being next his intimidating and cold aura.
Janet quickly caught Brandon’s eyes and signaled to make him smile.
An assistant shouldn’t treat clients with such a cold and distant attitude!
Receiving the hint from his “boss”, Brandon forced out a stiff smile.
His smile was so fake and insincere. It made him look anything but friendly.
The client looked even more flustered when he saw Brandon’s smile. He chuckled awkwardly before making up some excuse to
flee.
Witnessing the client’s hasty escape, Janet was fuming. “Assistant Larson, is this how you treat our clients?” she snapped.
Brandon blinked innocently and defended himself, “Isn’t this how you welcome clients? He asked me a question earlier, and ]
patiently answered. You told me to smile, and I did!”
He wasn’t wrong, so Janet had no reason to refute him.
She could only take a deep breath to calm herself down before asking, “Was he the only client we have scheduled for today?”
Brandon shook his head. “There were two more who came,” he replied.
Pursing her lips, she asked, “Then where are they? Did you scare them off too?”
A rare resentful expression appeared on Brandon’s face as he replied righteously, “They said ] looked like Brandon Larson and
even asked for my contact information. Of course, I can’t go easy on the women who try to flirt with me.”
Brandon’s argument made Janet both exasperated and frustrated. She couldn’t help heaving a sign.