The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"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

double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers,

tie clip completed the

work, Janet had presumed that this client must be young, probably

to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and

was also expecting a complete

field, the first

client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design, no less,

was utterly surprised when

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

typed with some

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

the future.Don’t worry, this price

the client had seen through Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment notification popped up on her

the website

her laptop in both hands and stared at the figure displayed on

and gratified, and it

popped up from

can talk about

pictured fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty of

then gave her several more

suits, though he wasn’t in any hurry to

take her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my God,

her feet and bounced on

there was an urgent

heard her

waiting for her to ask what he