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

first drafts almost always needed revisions. If the client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design, no less, then the

so, Janet was utterly surprised when the client instantly

“This is brilliant!”

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

anything I want to change in the future. Don’t worry; this price is reasonable enough. I’m paying for the uniqueness and originality of your design.” It seemed that

her screen. The client had confirmed their business deal on the website and paid the bill, and the

displayed on her screen.

“If you’re interested, we can talk about

Really?!

off in the background. “Of course!” she typed hurriedly. “I am. I have

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

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

at once, there was an urgent knocking

without waiting for her to ask

finally have money!” Janet exclaimed as she resumed her festive

her flushed cheeks,