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.

days later, she was finally able to send

bespoke ensemble comprised of a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny

tie clip completed

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

the more mature demographics, but

also expecting a

this field, the first

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

when the

"This is brilliant!"

need me

with

transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this

I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m paying for

words of reassurance.She was about to

business deal on the

both hands and stared at the

it showed in the

message popped up

we can

Janet pictured fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty of

her several more orders, all with

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

her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my

her feet and bounced on

at once, there was an urgent knocking at her bedroom

heard her

room without waiting for her to ask