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.

she was finally able to send a final design

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

tie clip

this client must be young,

demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and

expecting a

field, the first drafts almost always

an exorbitant amount of money, and for a

surprised when the

"This is brilliant!"

me to polish

typed with some

guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn twenty thousand

anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m paying for

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

the website and wired the

clutched her laptop in both hands and

and it showed

up from

interested, we can

fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty of

her several more orders, all with

of suits, though he wasn’t in

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

feet and bounced on her

there was an urgent knocking at

probably heard her squeal

room without waiting for her to ask what he