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.”

Tiffany pursed her red lips. “Has it been a

heart sink to

Janet was so nervous that her

talented, no one in their right mind would be arrogant enough to open their own studio within a year of graduating. It was expected that they gain

is important for a designer. Plus, it’s somewhat an insult to those experienced designers if you

to me, I wouldn’t see it that way. You’re clearly a talented designer and I’m sure you had a lot of ideas even back in college. But my

this, Janet’s

mind, Janet.” Tiffany saw through her immediately. “Mr. Larson doesn’t want you to work for anyone else, am I right? That’s so macho of

want to go to Barnes. But Seacisco is in the south

want to be separated from Ethan, but she

you still have

was amused by her opinion.