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

comprised of a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an

clip completed

of her work, Janet had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age

more mature demographics, but young

was also expecting a

first drafts

amount of money, and for a rookie’s design, no less, then the preliminary rejection was

utterly surprised when the client instantly approved

"This is brilliant!"

need me to polish

typed with

guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn

want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this

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

confirmed their business deal on the website and wired the money to her

and stared at

felt immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in

up from the

we can talk

going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty of

several more orders, all with

to be very fond of suits, though he wasn’t in

her designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my God, Janet! You

feet and bounced on her

at once, there was an urgent knocking at her bedroom

probably heard

room without waiting for her to