My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Noticing the woman’s unhappiness, Janet cautiously asked, "Ma’am, are you not happy with the work?"

The woman sat cross-legged on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.She glanced at the painting on the wall and snorted coldly.

"I don’t like the colors.Didn’t I ask you to keep it simple? Why have you made it so fancy and complicated? And the patterns here don’t match the style of my villa.I don’t understand what you were thinking.I didn’t ask you to fill in random colors.My villa is going to be occupied soon.You’re delaying us from moving in."

Janet explained anxiously, "I have painted according to your requirements.The colors are white and gray, which compliments your villa style.Ma’am, if you’re dissatisfied with any aspect of the design, I can change it for you."

The woman sitting on the sofa took a sip of coffee and glanced at Ethan, who was standing beside Janet.Her stomach clenched with anticipation.She didn’t know if she had gone too far.

The girl in front of her was the wife of her boss, while she was a mere employee who was called to act in the play.

If she weren’t arrogant enough, she wouldn’t be able to achieve the desired result.

Meanwhile, if she were too arrogant, she feared Ethan might take it personally and get offended.

It was like walking on thin ice.

witnessed everything, without

don’t like it one bit, and it doesn’t meet my requirements.How are you going to change that? Your portfolio looked excellent.I never expected you to do such a terrible job.Now I

the wall and continued to indicate non-existent

looked dissatisfied, exhibiting

to

authenticity of my work.If you are not satisfied with my painting, you better find

going to find someone

pointed

"Get out now!"

stopped in her tracks, turned around, and glared at

have to pay me the money

to compensate for it yet.What makes you

I’ll ask the security guards to drive

up her phone, pretending to make a phone call while she was mourning