My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was still hung up on the ladies’ sarcastic remarks that she didn’t notice the woman approaching her

Johanna had to wave her hand in front of Janet’s face before the latter came back to her senses.

Janet blinked at Johanna, at a loss for words. She looked familiar for some reason. But Janet couldn’t figure out where they had met before, so she decided to brush off the thought. Thinking that Johanna was about to mock her just as the others had done, Janet squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.

“Hello. Can I help you with anything?” She held her breath and braced herself for the inevitable. What sort of abuse was she going to hear this time?

“It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Johanna White, and you may call me Mrs. White just like everybody else.” The woman stretched out her hand, her eyes gleaming as she peered at Janet with obvious curiosity. Johanna had noticed Janet the moment she had entered the room, mainly because she had the same eyes as her husband

As for Janet, she was rather taken aback by the distinct lack of hostility. It was a breath of fresh air after what she had just experienced. She set her plate down and reached out to shake Johanna’s hand.

this was the Mrs. White that Ethan had mentioned earlier. Upon closer inspection, Janet finally realized why this elegant woman looked so familiar—she saw that same face

in

she had already clasped Janet’s hand

cuisine. Can you give me a few recommendations?” Johanna was genuinely amiable and didn’t put on

the best lamb

is the perfect season to have a

back down. They stood to the side and exchanged pointed glances, not daring

was not as warm as when she had been

cold out here, ladies. Why don’t you come with

in the military. Needless to say, Johanna was a key player in society, and everyone pandered to her at every chance they got. And since she was courteous toward Janet, the women had to keep themselves in check, lest they inadvertently offended Johanna. It was the early days of spring, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge opened to the garden. Despite the lack of snow, the cool, refreshing

Seacisco so well. Have you lived here since you were a child? May I ask who your mother is?” Johanna was usually reserved, but she was inexplicably interested