My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The room was filled with disbelief.

No one could fathom why Janet would refuse the order.

As Janet gracefully poured coffee for her guests, she softly explained, “I have faith in the designers at W Marks Studio. They possess the skill and creativity to craft designs that will undoubtedly please you. While I appreciate your kind gesture to switch designers temporarily to bring me business, it would ultimately hurt the designers at W Marks Studio and create complications for Mr. Wesley.”

Estella, a perceptive woman, instantly understood Janet’s perspective.

Indeed, their actions would have been ill-advised.

It would not only tarnish the reputation of the designers of W Marks Studio but also strain the relationship between Janet and W Marks Studio, potentially fostering animosity between them.

“You’re absolutely right,” Estella conceded, a contrite expression on her face.

“My apologies. Rest assured, I’ll actively seek other opportunities to bring you business in the future.”

The others, too, regained their composure.

They were impressed by Janet’s integrity and candor, assuring her that they would undoubtedly seek her design expertise in the future. Gratitude graced Janet’s smile.

The conversation shifted from design to more casual topics.

chat, Janet inquired about the status of Estella and Sean’s

hearing Sean’s name, Estella’s smile was quickly replaced by

even mention Sean to

fists clenched, Estella fumed, “He is a workaholic! He

excessive overtime fell squarely on one person: Brandon! Janet chuckled awkwardly, “Oh, is that

to vent, waving her

time and energy from his employees. It’s left Sean with no time for dating! How utterly

tirade, Estella failed to notice the sudden quiet in the room or the frantic

“Ahem…”

embarrassed cough

that Estella recognized the

face stiffened, and she quickly swallowed the harsh words she had been

“Actually…”

and

mean, Mr. Larson—is the finest boss

“It’s too late now.”

deep, charming voice

“Are you criticizing me?”