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

jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white

tie clip completed the

presumed that this

designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked

was also expecting a

first drafts almost

of money, and for a rookie’s design, no

utterly surprised when

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

typed with

a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn twenty thousand dollars, should it?

there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m

Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to

on the website and wired the

hands and stared at the figure displayed on

and gratified, and it showed in the

message popped up from

we can talk about a

pictured fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have

man then gave her several more

of suits, though he

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

Janet got to her feet and bounced on her bed like

once, there was an urgent knocking at her

had probably heard her squeal

for her