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.

Over the course of her work, Janet had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or so. After all, her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same

willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design,

Janet was utterly surprised when

“This is brilliant!”

Despite her good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the

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

a payment 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 transferred the money to

figure displayed on her screen. She felt immensely proud

popped up from the client. “If you’re interested,

Really?!

“Of course!” she typed

some minor instructions. He seemed to be very fond 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

my God, Janet! You just made a fortune!” Overjoyed, Janet got to her feet and bounced on her bed like

there was an urgent knocking at

had probably heard her squeal just now. He entered the room without waiting for her to ask what he

exclaimed as she

danced around her flushed cheeks, and