The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 63 Sixty Three

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.

***

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!”

“You offended Jason Del Mundo?” Arnold demanded, pushing her off his lap.

“He is the one who talked to me rudely,” she claimed. “Look, babe…”

Arnold shot to his feet and held his open palm to her. “Just shut up.”

He couldn’t believe it. How had she managed to piss off such a powerful person? Everybody in the

industry knew that Jason was the right hand man to the overwhelming CEO of the Larson Group.

No one dared mess with him, unless they wanted to risk the wrath of the Larson Group. He was just the

CEO of a subsidiary company! How on earth did Naomi expect him to pay Jason back? He would be

lucky if he had a job after this!

“Don’t you care that he humiliated me?” Naomi demanded, getting to her feet. “Even after I introduced

myself as your girlfriend, he ordered me to leave. If you’re not going to take my side in this, what kind of

boyfriend are you?”

“I was stupid to let you handle this project in the first place,” he said, raking his hand through his hair.

Damage control. That was what he needed to do, before the Larson Group took the matter further.

Maybe if he made his way to the company right away and apologised to Jason, he could solve the

issue before the parent company was involved.

“What? Is it that you are afraid of those jerks at the Larson Group? You are the CEO of the Green Leaf

Company, it’s up to you who is in charge of the project. Why are you acting as if you should seek their

approval?”

“Get dressed, we need to go somewhere,” he told her.

“Where?”

“To the Larson Group, to apologise.”

She gaped and crossed her arms across her chest. “Excuse me?”

“Whatever it is you did to offend Mr Del Mundo and his team, we need to apologise right away. Get

dressed!”

Naomi huffed and sat back down on the couch, crossing her legs. “You are dreaming if you think I can

apologise to those idiots. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

She would die before she apologised to that so-called vice president. Or worse, her sister. She had no

idea why Arnold was acting like a cowardly chicken, but she wasn’t afraid of them.

Just then, Arnolds’s phone rang. Arnold picked it up and saw on the caller ID that it was the Chairman

of the group of companies he worked for.

His blood froze in his veins as he instantly knew what the call was about. It was too late to make an

apology to the Larson Group. They had already reached out to the Chairman, and he knew even before

he received the call that his goose was cooked.

Taking a deep breath, he received the call. “Hello, Mr Chairman.”

He flinched a second later as the Chairman’s booming voice came through the phone. “What is this I’m

hearing from the Larson Group? Do you have an explanation?” he demanded furiously.

“I’m very sorry for what has happened, Sir. I’ll go to the Larson Group and fix it right away.”

“Did you or did you not let your girlfriend step into our business with the Larson Group?” the Chairman Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

demanded.