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

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

silver tie clip

presumed that this client must

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

also expecting a complete

this field, the first drafts almost always needed

an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design,

surprised when the

"This is brilliant!"

me to polish

typed with some

a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It

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

his words of reassurance.She was about to

business deal on the website and wired the money to

laptop in both hands and stared at

immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle

message popped up

interested, we can talk

fireworks going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have

then gave her several more orders,

fond of suits, though he wasn’t in any hurry

to take a break

her feet and bounced on her bed like

an urgent knocking at her

probably heard her

the room without waiting for her to ask