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.

the lead hooked her arm around Janet’s and ushered her to the bar. And that was how Janet ended up drinking

and soon, she was feeling tipsy. Her head was buzzing, and she could no

cupped her chin in both hands,

helped Janet sit up and urged her to drink more. “Come on, you’re really

need to finish this glass.” The model pushed the c*cktail closer

frowned. She wasn’t too drunk to understand what they said. “We never played a drinking game. Don’t trick

and one of them even pinched Janet’s nose playfully.

was coerced into drinking

her couldn’t quite believe what was happening. She finally got the chance to experience what it was like

even dizzier. She could barely hold herself

of his eye, however, he noticed that some women were hogging Janet

on a friend.” He nodded apologetically to the models

a welcome guest here.

brought a few extra outfits tonight. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll accidentally spill some wine on

him, her eyes filled with grievance. “Are you having fun bullying