The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

While on the plane to Italy.

After studying Janet for a very long time, Draco said calmly, “It appears that you haven’t fully recovered yet. You still look a little worn out right now.”

“I think that’s perfectly normal for someone who has just got discharged from hospital.” Peering out of the window at the prosperous scenery of the Capital of Fashion outside, Janet adjusted her seat and immediately got up.

She was indeed still feeling a little spiritless. Her face looked exhausted even though she had slept for three straight hours on the plane.

Janet picked up the mirror and began smoothing her hair back. She still looked as beautiful as ever in the mirror, even though she had lost a lot of weight. Her beauty was so eye-catching, it could turn heads.

Putting a hand to her face, Janet thought that she had really lost a ton of weight since she started her job.

“The Milan Fashion Week has yet to start. After we get off this plane, let’s go ahead and walk around the city first. What do you think about that?” Draco put away the newspaper in his hand and proceeded to put on his black scarf.

As soon as they disembarked from the plane and arrived in Milan, a wave of chill came over them.

The air was wet and cold all at once. This was Janet’s first impression of Milan.

Janet had no idea where Draco was heading next.

He went ahead and walked down the Vittorio Emanuele II Gallery with a Foxconn camera hung around his neck. Looking at his tall figure, Janet somehow had the feeling that this man before her must be really lonely.
While on the plane to Italy.

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art exhibitions in Milan just so happened to be

enter the art gallery, the two of them were stopped by what looked to be a photographer. The photographer

Janet knew some Italian. She immediately waved her hand around in embarrassment and

apologetic expression and said, “That’s really such a pity. You two look

thought that Draco would be angry, but he simply stood to the side with

misunderstanding at all. There was

idea flashed across her

decided not to take