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?”

a moment, her mouth gaping as she

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

Elizabeth.”

more than qualified for this project. Before I came here, the two of you were having a good conversation, and now you suddenly want to switch

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 worked. Elizabeth would be professional and never

caught Derek off-guard. Until now, he didn’t really pay attention to Elizabeth. He barely listened to Elizabeth’s detailing of the plan; he just wanted to find an excuse to send her away because

out, and there was no possible criticism in any area. Derek had to come up with another excuse. His eyes moved around, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the scar on

tell it was a deep cut. From

to be very deep. Are you still able to draw well?” Derek asked

pale as she hid it in her pocket. “Yes, I can do it.” Derek picked up a sheet of paper from the table and threw it

She hadn’t picked up a pen since

written all over her face when she turned to Derek. “Stop making a big deal out of

furrowed his brows and said, feigning seriousness, “I’m not asking for much. If Miss Perry is really as qualified as you said, this should be

Janet’s gaze into an icy glare. She was about