My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The day of Nelson’s art exhibition finally arrived. Upon entering the venue, Janet and Brandon instantly captivated the room with their undeniable allure.

Every gaze in the room was drawn to them, their magnetic presence leaving the crowd awestruck.

“Who are those two models? Not only are they striking, but their outfits are stunning as well!” exclaimed one onlooker.

“This design is so refreshing. It’s minimalist yet captivating. I] wonder which major brand it’s from,” another whispered in admiration.

“That woman is Janet! She’s a designer herself, and this dress must be her own creation. Each detail is flawlessly executed. The fashion industry is in for a shake-up after this,” someone recognized and lauded her. Overhearing the praise, Janet blushed, feeling a mix of happiness and b”That girl from the White family, Janet, is simply clueless. She has no understanding of the significance of marketing whatsoever. She even rejected my offer of free promotion. It’s clear that she’s pretending to be someone she’s not.

Brandon leaned in, his voice a gentle murmur in her ear. “You see, it’s not just me who thinks you’re talented. Everyone here acknowledges your design prowess. Have a little more faith in yourself.”

With a coy smile, Janet nodded.

the surrounding guests’ attention,

only remarkable design

all looks, but she’s clearly got the skills to

Janet, seeking her insights and ideas

that?” a woman sneered, swirling the red wine in her glass. With a

a shift from jealousy to a gentle smile. “My name is Vivi,” she said, her voice soft and soothing.

flicker of surprise crossed Janet’s eyes as she recognized Vivi from social media.

model had gained popularity for her exceptional beauty and figure, becoming a sought-after muse for many

by Vivi’s introduction, Janet greeted her warmly, “Hello, is there something I can help you with?”

collaborate in the long-term, and I’d