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.

finally able to send a

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

silver tie clip completed the

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

appeal to the more mature demographics, but young

also expecting

the first drafts

exorbitant amount of money, and for a

utterly surprised when the client instantly approved of her

"This is brilliant!"

need me

typed with

fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It

change in the future.Don’t

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

on the website and wired the money to her

clutched her laptop in both hands and

immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle of

up from

interested, we can talk about

Janet pictured fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty

several more orders, all with

fond of suits, though

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

her feet and bounced on her bed like a

was an urgent

probably heard her squeal

entered the room without waiting for her to ask