My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The moment Janet encountered Mandy in Carly’s company, she intuitively grasped that Mandy would fail to meet Carly’s expectations for a designer.

Janet had laid eyes on Mandy’s work, undeniably exceptional in its splendor and intricacy, but ill-suited to Carly’s grandmother’s humble demeanor. Thus, Mandy’s design style was bound to be inadequate for Carly’s satisfaction.

Janet’s silence that day was an act of courtesy towards Mandy, a gesture to avoid the appearance of vengefulness, as their relationship was strained by an underlying grudge.

Direct confrontation risked creating an uncomfortable spectacle and might sway Carly’s choice— an outcome Janet wished to avert.

As a designer, Janet’s professionalism and integrity resonated with Carly.

Despite her connections to the prestigious White family and her position as Mr. Larson’s wife, Janet defied Carly’s initial assumptions of arrogance and indifference.

Through their conversations, Carly discovered Janet’s flawless interpersonal skills and unwavering design expertise.

This revelation softened Carly’s demeanor, and she warmly expressed her relief, “I’m so glad to have such a skilled designer like you create clothing for my grandmother. I trust you’ll exceed my expectations.”

Janet replied, her face beaming with confidence. Presenting her prepared design sketches and materials to Carly, she suggested, “You can take these home for your grandmother to review. If she’s interested,

thorough preparation, Carly nodded approvingly. “Alright, I’ll visit you

said that, she accepted the documents, flipped through a few pages to ensure everything was in

door, eavesdropping intently. She nodded periodically and murmured, “I see.” Consequently, she was caught off guard when the door swung

sets of eyes

sheepishly grinned, “I was just … walking

Mrs. Reed. My assistant

Lexi apologized as well, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Reed. That was my mistake.

high spirits,

teasingly inquired, “Lexi, aren’t you supposed to be a professional assistant? What were you doing eavesdropping? I

wished she could

of me. I promise not to repeat such foolishness!” Janet, not meaning to cause distress, waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Don’t be

boss. But you predicted things

doubted Janet’s confidence