Isabella Weaver opened her eyes, looking at him dangerously: "Oh, so you have your eye on a beauty? Going to buy her a gift?"
"Not at all, I don't dare! If you're jealous, I'm the one who suffers. Now I don't look at any woman; I even changed my secretary to a male, and the Star Region Group doesn't even let a single female fly in."
Isabella laughed out loud and gave him a kiss: "Good morning, hubby."
Harry Hunter knew he had passed this hurdle and responded with a kiss: "Good morning, my little diva and my jealous sweetheart."
But he was somewhat puzzled: "Why are you being lazy today? It's half past nine. Not worried about being late for work?"
"I'm already late anyway, doesn't matter if it's a bit later."
Isabella's finger was drawing circles on Harry's chest, and her tone was quite smug: "I'm the CEO, the boss of the company. Even if I'm late, no one dares to scold me. Being the boss has its perks!"
