Such a man, behaving jealously in the morning, afraid she'd fancy someone else.
How could that be possible?
With his habit of splurging tens of millions or even over a hundred million at a time, who could possibly compare?
Isabella Weaver pressed her phone to her chest and said softly, "You're using money to spoil me, making me not want to work anymore, just to be a lazy bum."
"Sure, I'll support you."
Harry Hunter couldn't be happier.
If she really stopped working, he could take her with him whenever he went on business trips.
Isabella Weaver poked his waist with her finger, "I was just saying, you really believed it."
"I knew you were just teasing me, President Weaver."
Isabella Weaver laughed. Every time he called her President Weaver, she felt an inexplicable sense of pride, straightening her back and feeling confident. "President Hunter, please guide me!"
"I wouldn't dare. President Weaver is number one, I'm just second. I'll listen to you."
