My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 890 A Ruined Dress

Immediately after rushing into the room, Janet took in the mess before her eyes. Her face froze in horror.

Tasha was squatting on the floor, a tattered golden dress clutched in her arms. Stunned, she asked, “Miss Lopez needs this dress any second now. What should we do?!” Trying to keep calm, Janet replied, “Don’t worry. Let’s see if we can figure out a way to fix this.” She picked up the dress herself and examined it closely to see what could be done.

Upon close observation, she realized that the state of the dress was much worse than she’d thought from further away. The damage was all on the front. There would be no way to mend it without leaving visible signs of the repair.

A grimace crossed Tasha’s face. “There’s no saving it, is there?”

Janet took a deep breath, not ready to answer the question directly. She composed herself and asked, “Do you know who did it?”

“Delores handed over all her projects to me yesterday. Everything went well,” Tasha replied, reflecting on yesterday and all of the work that Delores had accomplished. “But before she left for the day, Delores did say that she wanted to give the dresses one last look -over, saying she always thought of the dresses she works on as if they were her own children. She was crying so hard, so I didn’t stop her. I… I didn’t even pay

was all my fault. I should have checked

never expected in a million years that this disaster could’ve happened on her watch. “You never should have trusted Delores. She was scheming and plotting behind our backs this entire time.” Janet’s face darkened

that she would’ve been

feet and asked, “When is Miss Lopez due

fingers into small fists,

this disaster is laid fully at Delores’ feet. For now, our top priority is to reassure our guest that everything will be alright,” Janet continued. “Tasha, you go check if Miss Lopez is here yet.” Over the course of her career as a designer, Janet had faced many similar disasters, and she had become a pro at handling crisis. That was

are we going to explain that to Miss Lopez?” Tasha had never dealt with such a disaster before. Wracked

her failure to protect the dress from the

short while and then said, “We have

voice called, “Tasha? Are you in? Miss Lopez is here for her dress. Please come bring it out as soon as you can. She’s waiting

dress from Janet, hung it on a hook, and shoved it behind other changing

doing, Janet grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? What are you gonna say

the situation to her, and hopefully ask her to give us more time,” the miserable Tasha blurted out. “This is my responsibility. Please,