The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Wow,” Janet said breathlessly. “It’s beautiful… and it looks expensive.” All of a sudden, she sighed. “Don’t tell me you spent a fortune on me again.”

“Don’t worry. It didn’t cost much. I got it from my friend.” Ethan said affectionately, lying as easily as breathing. As he spoke, he ran his fingers across the woman’s slender waist restlessly.

It never occurred to Janet that the gem in front of her was a genuine diamond. And how could it be real? If it was, Ethan had to be extremely rich.

Eyeing the twinkling gemstone, she said in awe, “Technology these days must be amazing. It looks like a real diamond!”

Ethan looked at her cute face and had to hold back a smile that kept tugging at the corner of his lips. Lowering his head so that she couldn’t see his face, he took the diamond ring out of the box and slipped it onto her index finger. Her fair, slender finger made the diamond pop out even more.

Delighted, he nibbled her neck and whispered, “You’re right. It does look real.”

“Ouch! Hey!” Janet shot him a glare, rubbing the spot he bit. Raising her hand, she stared at the diamond under the light. Each facet glistened and twinkled.

Even she couldn’t help but nod with satisfaction. Now, no one would try to rob her with such a big diamond ring on her finger, because it looked way too big. It was obviously fake.

“Oh, that hurts already? Then what should you do when we get down to real business someday?” Looking at the faint teeth marks he left on her neck, Ethan snickered.

red. She quickly yanked at a towel to wipe her face. Pushing him, she barked, “Get out of my way. I’m going

Ethan’s hands still lingered on her waist, unwilling to let her go. “I’ll let you

stop it. I’m going to be late!” Janet quickly turned her face away stubbornly. It was as red

kissed before. Why are you so scared?”

go. He patted

at him, bewildered. She had thought that he’d force her to kiss him, but he

arrived at the office, she

was quite strict. She required everyone to submit an independent design within two weeks, and all the designers running

Ike,” a male colleague complained under his breath

was far from here, so they could afford a moment to

century iron lady. She’s good with office work and housework.” Suddenly, a female colleague

how old she is, but I’m willing to bet she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The male colleague gnawed one end of his pen, lost in thought as

“I think she’s good for this department. She might be cold and strict, but she’s just and will get the job done. We

on the glass. Tiffany was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. “Since you all have so much free time on your hands, let’s have a meeting at ten o’clock. All you designers are required