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

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

clip completed the

work, Janet had presumed that this

all, her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals

was also expecting a

this field, the first drafts almost always

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

Janet was utterly surprised when the client

"This is brilliant!"

need me to polish

typed with some

smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to

the

that 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

had confirmed their business deal on the website and wired the money

clutched her laptop in both hands and stared at the figure

immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle

message popped up from

we can

fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

her several more orders, all with some minor

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

designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my God, Janet! You just made a

bounced on her bed like a little

at once, there was an urgent knocking at her bedroom

heard her squeal

waiting for her to ask