The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Don’t belittle yourself. One can’t change where they came from. Besides, rich and powerful families didn’t start out rich and powerful. You’re a talented designer. What you need to do is to work harder. Soon, the public will acknowledge and accept you—whether they like it or not.” Tiffany waved her hand dismissively.

Just then, the waiter came to serve black truffle, foie gras and a bottle of aged wine.

Swirling the glass of red wine in her hand, Tiffany’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “This is expensive. Is Mr. Larson paying for it?”

Janet shook her head. “My money is mine, and his money is his. I just wanted to thank you for all of your help. I doubt I’d be where I am today without you.”

Tiffany clinked her glass against Janet’s and smiled leisurely. “You don’t have to do this. I didn’t do much.”

Sipping her wine, Tiffany nodded in satisfaction. “But I won’t say no to a bottle of Lafite. So, what’s the real reason why you invited me to dinner? Ask away.”

Rubbing her fingers, Janet smiled sheepishly. “Okay. Well, here’s the thing. I want to be an independent designer.”

“Has

question made Janet’s heart

ten months.” Janet was

enough to open their own studio within a year of graduating. It was expected that

tricky. Experience is important for a designer. Plus, it’s somewhat an insult to those

you had a lot of ideas even back in college. But my

Janet’s expression was

“Mr. Larson doesn’t want you to work for anyone else, am I right? That’s so

outside of the city. A long-distance relationship is not for us. If I had the chance, I’d want to go to Barnes. But Seacisco is in the south and Barnes is in the far north. It

to be separated from Ethan, but she didn’t want to be

have a lot of things to worry. Men are indeed the stumbling block to

was amused by her opinion.