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.

able to send a final design to the client. The bespoke ensemble comprised of a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. 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,

a complete overhaul. In this field, the 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,

when the client instantly approved of

“This is brilliant!”

Janet typed with some trepidation. Despite her good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going. It shouldn’t be this easy to earn twenty thousand dollars,

contact you if there’s 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 the client had

confirmed their business deal on the website and paid the bill, and the platform had instantly transferred the money to her

hands and stared at the figure displayed on her screen. She felt immensely

message popped up from the client. “If you’re interested, we can talk about

Really?!

“Of course!” she typed hurriedly. “I

hurry to have them

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

was an urgent knocking

just now. He entered the room without waiting for her to ask what he wanted. “Did

finally have money!” Janet exclaimed as

around her flushed cheeks, and her