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.

to send a final design to the

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

clip

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

to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart

also expecting a

this field, the first drafts

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

when the client

"This is brilliant!"

need me

with

her good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t

in the

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

business deal on the website and wired the money

in both hands and stared at

and it showed in the twinkle of

popped up from the

we can talk about

fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty of

man then gave her several more

though he wasn’t in any hurry

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

and bounced on her

at once, there was an urgent knocking at her bedroom

probably heard her squeal

entered the room without waiting for