My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Twenty thousand dollars?"

Janet stared at her laptop screen, her mouth wide open.She quickly typed a message to the client, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

This was going to be her first big client ever since her graduation.

Given the amount of the offer they had made, she was expecting a heap of strict instructions she would have to abide by.

"Excuse me.May I know whether you are a gentleman or a lady?"

This website played as a bridge between clients and freelance designers.

The clients had the option to use their real names or remain anonymous, but most of them didn’t really bother setting up a profile.

Most of the profiles in the listings were nothing more than the default gray icon, with no way to tell the client’s gender.

"Male," came the client’s reply.

"I see.Do you have specific requirements regarding the design, sir?"

Janet leaned forward and propped her chin on one hand, bracing herself for a long list of demands.

It didn’t take long for the client to write back.

"I have seen the designs you posted on the website.They are very good.You may have free rein in designing my suit.I will provide you with the necessary feedback once you have given me your first draft."

Janet wasted no time and began drawing a prototype according to the client’s measurements.

Meanwhile, the company had recently asked them for tentative designs meant for a regular, pre-selection process.

That meant that none of her work would go to waste in the end.

Apart for a few hours’ sleep, Janet spent all of her time poring over her digital panels.

able to send a final design to

double-breasted, gray jacket with matching

tie clip

had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or

demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same

was also expecting a complete

field, the first

willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design, no less, then the preliminary rejection

so, Janet was utterly surprised when the

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to polish

with some

she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to

you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m paying for the uniqueness and originality of your

nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment notification popped up

on the website and wired the money to her

laptop in both hands and stared at the figure

and it showed in the twinkle of her

popped up from the

interested, we can talk about a

fireworks going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

her several more orders, all with some

very fond of suits, though he wasn’t

with her designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then

to her feet and bounced on her bed like a

there was an urgent knocking at her

heard

waiting for her to ask what