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.

If he sought information, nothing could elude his grasp. swnovels.com

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.

a day at my studio—no excuses! Lexi can take the day off, and you’ll fill in for her.” Upon hearing

no! How could Mr. Larson possibly be

cheerfully accepted, “I have no issue with that. However, I do have

his lips, and

eyes widened, and her

do you think? Can you handle

teased, taking delight in

him and flatly

confidence to follow through? How can you expect to win this

but

continued to goad

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

“Fine, I accept!”

gritted her teeth and

be branded a coward if

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

Janet’s cheeks

her lips and

this, Brandon

shot him a withering glare at the sound of

the hour, she swiftly wrapped up