My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 888 Gossip

Vivian raised her eyebrows, a smug expression plastered on her face. As soon as the gossip came out, Janet would be very preoccupied having to deal with it.

Even if this rumor wouldn’t able to make Janet lose her job, at least it would cause her some trouble.

After leaving the airport, Vivian felt much better.

A lot of things had happened to her recently, but Janet still managed to have a good time. Now it was Janet’s turn to have some trouble in her life.

She wondered how Brandon would react when he heard this gossip. He might be absolutely furious. After all, Janet spent every day with Draco. As Janet’s husband, how could Brandon not be upset by that?

Vivian got into the car and drove away, a devilish smile on her face.

Meanwhile, in W Marks Studio in Barnes…

After clocking in, Janet walked over to the station but was a little thrown by the people around her, all of whom were giving her odd glances. She frowned.

the nearest bathroom to get a look

her

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it look like Janet and Draco were in an incredibly intimate position. The angle of

was absolutely stunned, her face reddening in fury. “I had only just been giving Mr. Wesley some support. The

for you, claiming you’re having an affair with Draco. They even say you sneak off to Draco’s house regularly to cheat on Brandon. They’re even saying that Draco skipped out on the Iridescent Show on purpose so just you’d

scanning the comments below the post. The more she read, the more

comments were harsh, calling her shameless and far

and rich. How could you cheat on someone like that? If you really don’t love him

so much more

that any woman would have

her phone back from her and said, “Just ignore all of those nasty comments. You should

to place her call to him, her phone screen suddenly lit up.

have been calling to yell

call tensely, bracing herself for an onslaught of

the day I sent Mr. Wesley home. All I was doing was helping him getting off the car. I had no idea the paparazzi would be there. It’s completely fabricated. Mr. Wesley and I only have a professional relationship. It’s nothing like what they’re saying at all.” All of these words escaped her lips in a rush as soon as she answered the call. By the end of them, she was practically gasping