The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

After finishing her designs for the fashion week, Janet didn’t need to work overtime anymore. On Monday, she got off work on time and walked home with Laney.

Janet eyed the white T-shirt and jeans Laney was wearing and pursed her lips. “How about we go shopping? I heard from a colleague that there’s a clothing shop in the mall that’s on sale right now.”

“Why? I have enough clothes already.” Laney was a casual girl. She thought that her outfit was fine. If she ran into some thugs, it’d be easy for her to deal with them in comfy clothes.

After hesitating slightly, Janet linked her arm in Laney’s arm and smiled. “Let’s buy some dresses. My treat. Although you look great, your clothes are too neutral. You should try dressing up some more. You have such a beautiful face. Don’t waste it.”

Janet’s bright eyes observed Laney’s facial features. Laney was pretty. She had innocent yet sharp eyes, which made her look beautiful.

Laney opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words to protest. In the past, when she trained in the organization, she had always been boyish. Now that she thought about it, Laney realized that she had never really experienced what normal girls went through—things like shopping and dressing up.

“Fine. Let’s check the store out,” Laney relented with a helpless smile.

But before the two of them could step inside the shopping mall, they were stopped by a man.

he asked. The man was well-dressed, and there was a bodyguard standing

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