My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1311 An Encounter Of Love Rival 

Within the exhibition hall, Janet guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of colors and lines that made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte, found himself ensnared by the alluring labyrinth of creativity unfolding before him.

As Janet’s enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome voice pierced her joyful bubble.

“Miss White, what a delightful surprise!” Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble, flashed a smile at Janet. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Janet’s companion would be Brandon, and he wondered if the latter had the capacity to comprehend the art pieces.

With a smirk, he blurted, “Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he find Mr. Nixon’s art to his taste?”

Janet’s eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none of your concern.”

Clyde offered a placating smile, swiftly apologizing when he saw Janet’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense, Janet. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed businessman. No harm intended.”

Janet, rendered speechless by Clyde’s audacity, barely resisted rolling her eyes.

She clutched Brandon’s hand, ready to extricate themselves from the conversation.

they began to retreat, Clyde leaped into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a small piece of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr.

spirits, he might even provide some insight into your design

arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone in his penetrating gaze.

of his time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he

was silenced as he

their camaraderie, it was unmistakably clear they shared a close and amicable

something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had

mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind but

Nelson with a respectful nod before turning to introduce

a proud glint in his eyes. “She’s the creative genius behind

world, had her reeling. Brandon,

take on my wife’s creations? Don’t they remind you

The idea of her work being likened to

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