My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 922 Go See The Kids

Draco had been worried that what had happened would affect Janet at work.

He hadn’t expected that Janet would handle it well.

Draco stopped frowning, stroked the face of the woman in the drawing and smiled.

When he first started this artwork, Janet had just started working at W Marks. Time passed quickly.

When Janet first arrived at W Marks on her first day, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard the task, she’d always fully thrown herself into it, in order to be the best. Sometimes when she was set up by hostile colleagues, she would fight back smartly.

That was when Draco decided that what he wanted was to be her protector.

Looking at the portrait, Draco found that Janet had grown so much more composed and mature since then. She was practically a different person now. He couldn’t help but feel sad.

“It’s time to let it go.” He was talking to himself, with a self-deprecating smirk at the corners of his mouth. He packed all the sketches away into the box.

Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

to continue to work at W Marks, he decided that he’d

he eventually no longer

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discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed with a mysterious smile. “What are your plans for

the omelet he’d made and guessed that Brandon was going to ask her out on a

“I don’t have any plans. I’ve only

enough, after breakfast, Brandon asked her to change into

was already waiting outside

went to change her clothes, but before she was done, Brandon said, “I need to change as well. We’re going

kids?” Janet looked back at Brandon in confusion and

today. Every three years, I meet the children

wasn’t a date after

happy she could go to the Larson Group charity

Janet was about to zip up her dress just then, Brandon grabbed her hands, stopping her. He removed her unzipped

struggle but failed. “Brandon,” she said. “We’re

take long,” Brandon replied in a

her head and pressed her

he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a low voice, trying

the anger in Brandon’s voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver has been waiting for you, and he

that he’d made Sean’s boss