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.

finally able to send

matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a

silver tie clip

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

her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked

was also expecting

field, the first drafts

money, and for a rookie’s design, no less, then the preliminary rejection

surprised when the client instantly

"This is brilliant!"

you need me

typed with

her good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It

for the time being.I will contact you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m

nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She

the

hands and

felt immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the

up

can

Janet pictured fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty of

several more orders, all

very fond of suits, though he wasn’t in

designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then

got to her feet and bounced on her bed like

was an urgent knocking at her

had probably heard her squeal

waiting for