My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

When Elizabeth received Janet’s phone call, she was buried in overtime work.

Elizabeth sighed wearily when asked about Frank.

"I’ve been swamped recently, working round the clock.I haven’t seen Frank often, let alone had much contact with him." Hearing this, Janet’s brow furrowed, her mind plunging into deep thought. Was she overthinking things? Could it be that the situation wasn’t as dire as she suspected? Recognizing Janet’s silence, Elizabeth quickly added, fearing that Janet might be worried, "Don’t stress.Mr.Wesley informed me that W Marks studio won’t serve any customers who’ve canceled orders with you.I’ve been putting in extra hours because W Marks studio is currently short-staffed as some designers have resigned." Janet laughed softly.

"What are you imagining? I couldn’t care less if my former clients go to W Marks.I called you simply to ask if Frank has been particularly busy recently." Realizing something was amiss, Elizabeth was unsure why Janet was probing into Frank’s affairs.

Nevertheless, she answered honestly, "Frank does appear to be rather busy of late.I sent him a message last night, but he was so occupied that he didn’t reply until ten o’clock in the evening."

Janet’s heart fluttered. It was precisely at ten o’clock last night when Brandon returned home.

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her composure, Janet forced a smile and replied, "There’s nothing wrong with Frank.I was just

on the sofa, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She was now fairly certain that Brandon’s recent coldness was related to their previous medical examination. Was there something wrong with his health? A thought flashed through her mind—Brandon had once been drugged

of distress and irritation. She felt sympathy for Brandon, who seemed to

queried, sitting next to Janet as he

gaze to meet him, Janet stared at Brandon without blinking, not uttering a word.Despite feeling nervous,

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