My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 905 After-effects

Janet hid in the tea room, her laptop in her arms and humming a tune as she munched on biscuits.

The next moment, her phone screen lit up, ending her small moment of reprieve. A message from Elizabeth came, asking her to go to the VIP room immediately. “Damn it! I had just told Tasha! Really should have also told Elizabeth!” Knowing that she had been found out, Janet sighed regretfully.

She had no choice but to go to the VIP room now.

“What can I do for you?” Janet had intended to explain, but the words that came out next diverged from her original plan. “I didn’t show up because Elizabeth would be in charge of the project.”

“As the client, I have the right to choose the designer,” Derek answered with a dissatisfied arch of his brow. “That is true,” Janet had no choice but to acquiesce.

Without missing a beat, Derek said, “Then I’ll appoint you as the sole designer for this project. Can you now stay and discuss the plan with me?”

her mouth gaping as she turned

slight disappointment at how things turned out, but she kept any of it from showing. She was confident that Janet would do an

Elizabeth.” Janet

this project. Before I came here, the two of you

for the project. Elizabeth took every design seriously, and this partnership with Derek would be her first project after coming back to W Marks. Janet knew how hard she

barely listened to Elizabeth’s detailing of the plan; he just wanted to find an excuse to send her away because it was Janet he

impeccable. Every single one of them had been meticulously thought out, and there was no possible criticism in any area. Derek

deep cut. From the looks of it, she had just recovered from a serious

you still able to

she hid it in her pocket. “Yes, I can do it.” Derek picked up a sheet of paper from the table and threw it along with a pen in front of her. “Then please draw a concept sketch first,”

her lip. She hadn’t picked up a pen

her face when she turned to Derek. “Stop making a

his brows and said, feigning seriousness, “I’m not asking for much. If Miss Perry

into an icy glare. She was about to snap at