My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In the cozy reception area, Janet extended a warm cup of coffee towards Mandy, her voice softened as she asked, "What brings you my way, Miss Hamilton?"

Post the swirl of the troll scandal, Mandy had gone radio silent, keeping herself out of the Internet’s scrutinizing gaze. With a gentle huff, Mandy sent a puff of steam swirling above her coffee, her words came unhurried.

"I’m not one for debts.I’m just here to repay a favor." Janet arched an eyebrow.

"I can’t seem to recall any favor you owe me." A peculiar flush swept across Mandy’s cheeks.

After a significant pause, she murmured, barely above a whisper, "You extended your trust to me once… Now it’s my turn.I don’t want any debts looming over us!"

Mandy’s words were somewhat amusing to Janet.

square then.However, I must express my gratitude for your trust, Miss Hamilton." In response, Mandy straightened her posture, her tone laced

should.It’s not often I place my

Janet smiled.

slightly as she added, "But remember, this trust won’t extend to our professional battlefield.Don’t let my victory in the design contest knock

"Oh?"

rose to the challenge with

Hamilton, I’ll extend the same courtesy to you.I hope the competition doesn’t end prematurely for you." Her words stoked the competitive flame

not the one to be defeated! I’ve been honing my skills, gearing up to trump you at the next fashion show, proving my mettle to everyone!" Janet offered a

The competitive banter tapered off soon, and Mandy found

if we snap a few pictures together?" Janet caught on