My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Soon after Lexi’s departure, as Janet was enjoying her coffee, preparing to work, another knock echoed through the door. "Lexi, did you forget something?"

Janet called out, looking up. The entrance swung open to reveal not Lexi but a different figure, causing Janet to halt mid- sentence.Her features hardened, her voice frosty.

"Mr.Lambert, to whom do I owe this unexpected visit?" It was Clyde, a face she hadn’t seen in a while, not Lexi. Recalling the image of Brandon seemingly too close with another woman—an image Clyde had sent her—a shadow passed over Janet’s face.

She understood that Clyde was attempting to stir up trouble.

"Mr.Lambert, unless it’s urgent, I’d kindly ask you to leave.My schedule is rather full today."

To his surprise, Clyde noticed Janet ignored the image he sent.He squinted at her, irritated.

"You saw the photo I sent you yesterday, didn’t you? Why so calm? You’re still close with Brandon even after seeing him cozy up to another woman?" He had been lingering outside the studio that morning, hoping the photo would drive a wedge between Brandon and Janet, allowing him to swoop in as a comforting presence. However, Janet and Brandon had only grown closer. Before Janet could utter a word, Clyde turned away, disappointment clouding his features.

"I always saw you as an ambitious and capable woman, not like those solely chasing wealth.Could you be willing to overlook your husband’s infidelity for money?" Clyde’s insinuations set Janet ablaze.She slammed her hand down on the desk, rising to her feet.Her brow furrowed in fury.

Lambert? Since when

first for Clyde, leaving him somewhat stunned.He mumbled, "I just chanced upon Brandon at Larson Group’s entrance, flirting with another woman.I only wanted to help

smirk graced Janet’s

him, and then what? Hook

had only meant to silence Clyde with her words, but

I won’t mind that you’ve been married

laughter bubbled,

in love.We have no intentions of divorcing, not now or

"Janet, you’re degrading yourself!"

sorrow, as if Janet had

a gifted designer.How could you let yourself be tainted by wealth and power?" He gazed

you astray!" Clyde’s presumptuousness was stunning to Janet. Her features were icy, she declared,