My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1007 Being A Prostitute

With her heart pumping quickly, Janet cautiously peered back and realized that the woman reminded her of someone. Albeit the woman in front of her was heavily made up and her face was difficult to recognize, Janet recognized something about her eyes.

Janet was then able to identify her, thanks to those eyes. Her name was Kathie, the woman who had caused her trouble in Northcliffe.

“Kathie?” Janet gasped in shock.

Compared to when they first met in Northcliffe, Kathie’s hair was much longer and curlier. Although Kathie was still as slender as before, she was now rustic and vulgar in comparison to the high-end and fashionable image she had before.

“Janet, I guess you still remember me.” Kathie approached Janet and gave her a greeting. She gave her a hateful and unwilling glance. “I greatly underestimated your means, but here you are, at the writers’ award party.”

“What do you mean? I’m just here to attend a regular award ceremony,” Janet answered. Her tone was less cordial than last time.

into the Iridescent Show, and this time you came to the writers ‘ award ceremony. Which man did you hook up with this time? Does Barnes have

as a designer of a winner’s dress today, relying on no man. How about you? How did you get in?” Janet said with

ceremony was for writers. It was she who requested that Janet be invited to the party, for she wasn’t really from the circle. Janet was curious as to how Kathie, who wasn’t a writer

speak but refrained herself after giving it some thought. A seasoned voice then emerged behind Janet. “Kathie,

as she glanced sideways. His face was wrinkly, and his hair was already beginning to turn grey. He appeared more hale and active than his

was old enough to be Kathie’s father. Was he

placing his frail hand on Kathie’s waist

wrong?” the

I met a colleague who used to bully me.

was clearly upset, but his eyes sparkled as he turned

and exquisite woman like Janet. Ameer’s expression quickly had harmony in it. “Lady, Kathie has a nasty temper. Please pardon

Kathie with disdain and stated slowly, “You want

Mr. Ortiz, please do something!” Kathie whined like a spoiled child to Ameer standing next

don’t worry, sweetheart,” said Ameer in a soft