The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Twenty thousand dollars?” Janet stared at her laptop screen, her mouth wide open. She quickly typed a message to the client, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

This was going to be her first big client ever since her graduation. Given the amount of the offer they had made, she was expecting a heap of strict instructions she would have to abide by.

“Excuse me. May I know whether you are a gentleman or a lady?”

This website played as a bridge between clients and freelance designers. The clients had the option to use their real names or remain anonymous, but most of them didn’t really bother setting up a profile. Most of the profiles in the listings were nothing more than the default gray icon, with no way to tell the client’s gender.

“Male,”

came the client’s reply.

“I see. Do you have specific requirements regarding the design, sir?” Janet leaned forward and propped her chin on one hand, bracing herself for a long list of demands.

It didn’t take long for the client to write back. “I have seen the designs you posted on the website. They are very good. You may have free rein in designing my suit. I will provide you with the necessary feedback once you have given me your first draft.”

Janet wasted no time and began drawing a prototype according to the client’s measurements. Meanwhile, the company had recently asked them for tentative designs meant for a regular, pre-selection process. That meant that none of her work would go to waste in the end. Apart for a few hours’ sleep, Janet spent all of her time poring over her digital panels.

a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. Over the course of her

field, the first drafts almost always needed revisions. If the client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a

surprised when the

“This is brilliant!”

with some trepidation. Despite her good fortune, she was feeling a little

is reasonable enough. I’m paying for the uniqueness and originality of your design.” It seemed that the client had seen through Janet’s nervousness,

notification popped up on her screen. The client had confirmed their business deal on the website and paid the bill, and the platform had instantly

displayed on her screen. She felt immensely

you’re interested, we can talk about a

Really?!

pictured fireworks going off in the background. “Of course!” she typed hurriedly.

of suits, though he wasn’t in any hurry to have them made. He advised Janet to take her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take a

You just made a fortune!” Overjoyed, Janet got to her feet and

was an urgent knocking at

without waiting for

exclaimed as

around her flushed cheeks, and her eyes were clear and