My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon seeing the mediocre, unremarkable snacks that Janet had brought, Mandy’s lips curled into a subtle sneer, dripping with disdain.

No wonder Janet’s deal had fallen through—she was likely too miserly and close-fisted, Mandy speculated.

Indeed, Mandy’s interception of Janet’s design project was anything but accidental.

She had meticulously planned it.

As soon as she left W Marks, Mandy began digging into recent happenings at Janet’s studio.

It wasn’t long before she uncovered that Janet had inadvertently offended Carly during a _ previous encounter, leaving Janet scrambling for a chance to make amends and win back Carly’s favor.

That was why Mandy sought out Carly, volunteering to tackle the job herself.

Otherwise, she would never have stooped to take on such a mundane task as designing clothes for an ordinary elderly person, much less actively reaching out to someone like Carly.

To Mandy, Carly was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill modeling agency owner, hardly worth the effort of cultivating a relationship.

The only endeavor truly worth Mandy’s time and cunning was to make life difficult for Janet.

Her ultimate goal was to force Janet out of the design industry altogether, ensuring Janet never crossed paths with her or Draco again.

burned

glanced dismissively at the box of snacks and shook her

made, it’s obvious she was just going

assistant to collect Janet’s snacks

Mandy’s expression soured instantly.

box of cookies? Shouldn’t they be tossed in the garbage? Mandy believed that Carly was nothing but a backwater bumpkin, and over a decade in Barnes hadn’t

a furtive glare

in Barnes for you. Please enjoy them with your grandmother later.”

disappointment, met

grumbled, her fists clenched in frustration. “If Ms. Reed didn’t want

with me, not Ms.

“But…”

vent further, but the crestfallen look

a comforting

means more to me

one to be bothered

you say so, I won’t

remembered Mandy and

Lexi had caught a fleeting glimmer of malice in