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.

to send a

a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a

tie clip completed the

of her work, Janet had presumed that this

appeal to the more mature demographics, but young

also expecting

the first drafts almost always needed

client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and

utterly surprised when the client instantly

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

typed with some

transaction was going.It shouldn’t

the future.Don’t

the client had seen through Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment notification popped up

business deal on the website and wired the money to her

in both hands and stared at the figure displayed

felt immensely proud and gratified, and it showed

popped up

interested, we can talk

pictured fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have

then gave her several more orders, all with some minor

fond of suits, though

her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take a break

her feet and bounced on her bed like

an

heard her squeal

without waiting for her to ask what he