The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 63

Naomi’s smile fell a little as she replied awkwardly, “I don’t have a position at the company.”

“So you are not in any official capacity to take part in this project,” Jason clarified.

“My boyfriend put me in charge,” she replied haughtily.

“Your relationship with the Green Leaf Company is private, and as far as I’m concerned, you have no right to determine which design is used in this project. You also have no right to come here and make malicious comments about our staff. I request you to leave the meeting immediately.”

As the conference room broke out in murmurs, Naomi shot to her feet and faced Jason. “How dare you talk to me like that?” She pointed an angry finger at him. “You–you have no idea who you are talking to! I’ll ask Arnold to terminate this collaboration right away!”

Jason took a step back, amused at the woman’s vehemence. She really had no idea who she was playing with, was she? She must be really dumb to think that her precious Green Leaf CEO could threaten the Larson Group in any way.

Huffing, she picked up her stuff and rushed out of the meeting room. Jason turned back to the workers in the room, an apologetic smile on his face. “I apologise for the confusion. It appears that we’ll have to reschedule this meeting for later when Green Leaf Company has put their affairs in order. Director Ocampo, please see me in my office.”

As Jason left with Grace in his company, Isabelle took a deep breath and relaxed for the first time since the meeting had been called. She hadn’t seen that coming. How had Jason figured that Naomi wasn’t who she claimed to be?

Whatever, it didn’t matter. It was a relief to not have to endure her condescending attitude any longer.

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After leaving the Larson Group company building in a fury, Naomi made her way to her boyfriend’s place. She couldn’t believe the nerve of that man to humiliate her like that! Well, he was about to learn a lesson. By the time she was done with the Larson Group, they would be sorry.

Arnold was in his living room playing a game on his mobile phone, and she made her way over to the couch and sat down next to him.

After giving him a kiss on the cheek, she sighed heavily and complained, “Babe, do you really have to work with the Larson Group on this project?”

“What?” Arnold asked, his attention still on his game.

“They treated me so horribly when I went for the meeting,” she told him, wrapping her hands around his arm and pressing her breasts to his body seductively. “I only told the truth about their mediocre designer, but I guess they couldn’t handle the truth.” She lifted her head to kiss him on the lips, but he pulled away quickly to focus on his phone’s screen.

Seeing that he was distracted and not paying attention to her, she decided to go all out. Pulling away, she reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper of her dress. “Babe, tell me you’ll terminate the collaboration with them,” she said, pouting as she pushed her dress down her arms and eventually her body. She kicked the dress to the end of the couch and climbed onto his lap in only her underwear. “You have no idea how humiliated they made me feel,” she said, leaning down to press kisses on his face. “You have to pay them back for me.”

Arnold sighed and finally looked at her. “What happened?”

She huffed, hooking her hands behind his neck. “The meeting was going just fine, and then this man, I think the vice president or something, stormed in and claimed that I didn’t have a right to be there. And then he asked me to leave.”

Arnold’s eyes widened. ‘What? The vice president? The vice president of the Larson Group?”

“Yes, I guess. I told him that I would have you cancel the project. He was so arrogant!”