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?”

for a moment, her mouth gaping as she turned to

but she kept any of it from showing. She was confident that Janet would do an excellent job. “I’ll excuse myself so you can continue your

here, Elizabeth.”

Derek’s gaze and said, “Elizabeth is 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

Derek would be her first project after coming back to W Marks. Janet knew how hard she worked. Elizabeth

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

looked through the documents Elizabeth had brought in. Her ideas were impeccable. Every single one of them had been meticulously thought out, and there was no possible criticism in any area. Derek had to come up with another excuse. His eyes moved around, inadvertently

could tell it was a deep cut. From the looks of it, she had just recovered

seems to be very deep. Are you still able to draw well?” Derek asked slowly, his eyes fixed

“Yes, I can do it.” Derek picked up a sheet of paper from the table and threw it

hadn’t picked

displeasure was written all over her face when she turned to Derek. “Stop

for much. If Miss

was beginning to turn Janet’s gaze into an