My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

As Janet spun around, she found that Estella’s friends had whisked away every last dessert from the platter. Her face turned into a scowl.

But after a second, she regained her composure.

Janet placed her hands defiantly on her hips, tilted her chin upward, and scoffed, “I’m not worried at all! I’ll have a fresh order in no time!”

Brandon arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Oh, really? If I’m not mistaken, Carly has chosen another designer—Mandy, correct?”

Brandon’s extensive web of informants blanketed Barnes.

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Hence, Janet wasn’t taken aback by his knowledge of these matters.

Janet jutted her chin out even more, declaring, “Mandy won’t be able to deliver the design Carly desires. She’ll come back to me, you’ll see.” But Brandon remained unconvinced.

He believed Janet was merely boasting.

“From what I’ve heard, Mandy enjoys quite the reputation in design circles. Carly won’t abandon her choice so easily.”

Undeterred, Janet flashed a confident grin and challenged, “Care to wager on that?”

Intrigued, Brandon countered, “A wager, you say? What are the stakes?”

Janet mulled it over for a moment before a devilish grin spread across her face.

shall serve as my assistant for a day at my studio—no excuses! Lexi can take the day off, and you’ll fill in for her.” Upon hearing this, Lexi gasped and waved

could Mr. Larson possibly

Brandon cheerfully accepted, “I have no issue

in, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and

and her cheeks

think? Can you handle

taking delight in her

at him and flatly

tone, Brandon taunted, “Lacking the confidence to

hesitated but remained

to

to serve as an assistant, yet you shy away from such a minor task. How can you call yourself an

“Fine, I accept!”

teeth and nodded in

she would be branded a

“Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your

again, Janet’s

her lips and refused to indulge

Brandon couldn’t

glare at

the hour, she swiftly