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.

was finally able to send a

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

tie clip completed

work, Janet had presumed that this client must be young,

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

also expecting a

this field, the first drafts almost

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

surprised when the

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

with some

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

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

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

had confirmed their business deal on the website and

hands and

immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle

up

can

fireworks going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

man then gave her several more orders, all with some

though he wasn’t in any hurry to

reminded her to take a break every now

and bounced on her bed

there was an urgent knocking at her

had probably heard her

waiting for her to