My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 867 She Feels Like Some Rich Magnate

“What can I do for you ladies?” Janet asked as she draped her shawl over her arm.

She didn’t know any of the five female models in front of her. They were all tall and slender, and certainly made up nicely. The girls exchanged a look.

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One of them, who sported a chic bob, stepped forward and said, “We’ve been watching you for a while now. But none of us had the guts to say hello. Can we call you Janet? We’re fans of your designs, as well as W Marks.”

The others bobbed their heads eagerly, their expressions bright and hopeful. Indeed, they looked like they were face to face of their greatest idol.

Another model, this one with long, sleek hair, held up her phone and spoke timidly. “If it’s all right with you, can we exchange contact information?”

The others nodded again. “That’s right! Let’s exchange numbers! If your studio holds a fashion show in the future, we will be more than happy to help.”

Janet smiled and agreed. These women looked to be just the same age as her, and they spoke with so much enthusiasm that she couldn’t find it in herself to refuse.

to the bar. And that was how Janet ended up

she was feeling tipsy. Her head

counter and cupped her chin in both hands, her

hide their cunning smiles. They helped Janet sit up and urged her to drink more. “Come on, you’re really good at this. You can go

punishment, you need to finish this glass.” The model pushed the c*cktail

“We never played a drinking game. Don’t trick me into

of them even pinched Janet’s nose playfully.

so, Janet was coerced

the chance to experience what it

long for her to get even dizzier. She

was chatting with the models who came to accost him. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he noticed that some women were hogging Janet as well. He suddenly had the feeling

check on a friend.” He nodded apologetically to the models and

way. “Have you lost all common sense? Janet is a welcome guest here. Why do you have to meddle

looks like you brought a few extra outfits

with grievance. “Are you having fun bullying me like this? I