The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Draco stood in front of Janet. He was much taller than she had expected, and had a rather affable expression, though it didn’t make him any less manly.

“Excuse me, Miss. Are you Janet Lind, the designer who participated in the first show of Seacisco Fashion Week?” He had to duck his head slightly as he spoke to her, if only to avoid looking arrogant and self-important. He was so tall that Janet seemed petite beside him, despite her average height.

She flushed at his question, both surprised and embarrassed. “You’re right, Mr. Wesley. But Lind is no longer my last name by now.”

Draco’s face broke into a smile, his eyes curving into tiny rainbows. “I see. I finally get to meet you, Miss White. You’re a lot cuter than I imagined.”

“What do you mean, Mr. Wesley?” Janet asked, visibly confused.

“You see, I paid close attention to your designs at the Seacisco Fashion Week. I really liked them, but for some reason, they were suddenly removed from the selection. I was abroad at the time, so I naturally had no idea what went down. A friend told me later that you were involved in a plagiarism scandal. How did it go, by the way? Has the matter been solved?”

Janet tilted her head curiously. “I wonder, Mr. Wesley, why aren’t you asking me whether I did plagiarize another designer’s work or not?”

“A plagiarized work will never be able to earn my appreciation in the first place,” the man said firmly.

“Are you sure about that?” This time, Janet’s surprise turned up a notch.

Besides that, I also have a

chatted amicably, completely unaware that

to. Janet felt the tension slowly leave

with a smile, as if he had meant to

this, socializing with the upper-class elites, so I’m sure my stress is

still working

head. “I quit because of

“Have you

of me wants to run my own studio, but I can’t help but feel intimidated. I think I should continue as an employee for now and gain more experience. God knows I need it if I’m to thrive in the industry.” Janet sighed wistfully just as the warm, soft light fell on her delicate

to put his offer on the table. “How about joining my studio? You can work as my assistant and get all the experience you need. You’ll be free to leave once you think you’re finally ready to set out on

gaped at him in disbelief. “Mr. Wesley, I—Are

was buzzing from the sudden and ludicrous

was a much-coveted post for all young designers who wanted to make a name for themselves. Janet had never even dreamed of

it look like I’m kidding?” Draco teased, though there was an unmistakable serious edge to