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.

days later, she was finally able to send

a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and

silver tie clip completed

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

to the more mature demographics, but young

was also expecting a

first

of money, and for

when the client instantly

"This is brilliant!"

you need me

with

her good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this

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

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

on the website and

hands and stared at the figure

and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle of her

message popped up from

we can talk

going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

several more orders, all with some

suits, though he wasn’t

even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my God, Janet! You

to her feet and bounced on her bed like a little

at once, there was an urgent

probably heard

room without waiting for