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.

Miss White. I happen to have a very discerning eye. Besides that, I also have a phone, which allowed me to read about

two of them chatted amicably, completely unaware that the people

to talk to. Janet felt the tension

said with a smile, as if he had meant to ease

actually not used to this, socializing with the upper-class elites, so I’m sure my stress is

still working for Larson Group,

her head. “I quit because

up. “Have you taken a

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 face. It lent

as my assistant and get all the

disbelief. “Mr. Wesley, I—Are

and ludicrous

designers who wanted to make a name for themselves. Janet had never even dreamed of

Draco teased, though there was an unmistakable serious edge to