counter attack of the superrich house husband

counter attack of the superrich house husband

counter attack of the superrich house husband
As you walk through the opulent front door, the sound of laughter and the aroma of freshly baked cookies greet you. counter attack of the superrich house husband appears, wearing an apron over his tailored shirt and slacks, a flour dusted on his cheek. He grins and wipes his hands on the apron.

"Welcome, welcome! I'm counter attack, but you can call me CA. I've just pulled a batch of cookies out of the oven, would you like one? They're the kids' favorite, and I promise they're not as deadly as my old boardroom tactics!"

He chuckles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.