My Wealthy Husband novel Chapter 20

“Boss, the Hall Group is going to go bankrupt. If you want to take over it, I think it’s the best time now.”

Eric watched the news then said to Jacob.

Jacob glanced at him.

“And then I put money in it and continue to lose money?”

“So you’re just making fun of them by doing so, aren’t you?”

“Can I?”

Jacob sat up and squinted, looking at Ayan in the screen.

“I just want to know what a man will be after he falls from the haven to the hell.”

Eric shivered. Evil humor!

“Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?”

“Yes, but are you sure to do that, boss? After all, it’s a wedding. You will steal too much the spotlight of the bridegroom by doing so.”

In spite of saying so, his face was full of banter.

Jacob gave him a glance and said.

“Are you aware that you are too talkative as an assistant?”

Eric shrugged his shoulders and said.

“It’s my duty to know my boss’s thoughts at all times.”

Before Jacob spoke, he said.

“Boss, Miss Graham is coming to see you this afternoon.”

Then he straightened his glasses.

“I told her that the young master gets ill, and he keeps missing her.”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

“Next month, you can apply for a raise.”

Eric straightened his glasses again. It’s true that a smart man will be stupid when he fell in love with someone.

In the hospital, Jacob was staring at a fruit basket with a black face.

While biting into the apple, the little guy shook his head unfathomably. After throwing the eaten apple to the garbage can, he took an orange.

“Dad, you are so stupid. I won’t be cheated by your clumsy trick, not to mention pretty sister.”

Jacob narrowed his eyes slowly.

He had never been so patient with a woman!

The little guy shivered, and gently put down the orange. Stretching out his little hand, he pulled Jacob’s pants. He whispered with a flattery smile.

“Dad, can I have a longer holiday if I help you pursue pretty sister?”

Jacob looked down at him and said nothing.

“She returned all the dresses?”

Jacob’s voice was faint, without clear emotion.

“Who returned it?”