The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was still hung up on the ladies’ sarcastic remarks that she didn’t notice the woman approaching her

Johanna had to wave her hand in front of Janet’s face before the latter came back to her senses.

Janet blinked at Johanna, at a loss for words. She looked familiar for some reason. But Janet couldn’t figure out where they had met before, so she decided to brush off the thought. Thinking that Johanna was about to mock her just as the others had done, Janet squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.

 “Hello. Can I help you with anything?” She held her breath and braced herself for the inevitable. What sort of abuse was she going to hear this time?

“It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Johanna White, and you may call me Mrs. White just like everybody else.” The woman stretched out her hand, her eyes gleaming as she peered at Janet with obvious curiosity. Johanna had noticed Janet the moment she had entered the room, mainly because she had the same eyes as her husband

As for Janet, she was rather taken aback by the distinct lack of hostility. It was a breath of fresh air after what she had just experienced. She set her plate down and reached out to shake Johanna’s hand. 

Ethan had mentioned earlier. Upon closer inspection, Janet finally realized why this elegant woman looked so familiar—she saw that same face in the mirror every day. Johanna White looked just like

caught my attention when you came in just now,” Johanna said with a smile.

knew it, she had already clasped

grown very fond of the local cuisine. Can you give me a few recommendations?” Johanna was genuinely amiable and didn’t put on airs, unlike the other rich

a restaurant near my school that sells the best lamb stew in town,” Janet replied

to have a hearty lamb stew I

women had no choice but to back down. They stood to

to them after a while, though her expression was not as

here, ladies. Why don’t you come

society, and everyone pandered to her at every chance they got. And since she was courteous toward Janet, the women had to keep themselves in check, lest they inadvertently offended Johanna. It was the early days of spring, and the floor-to-ceiling

know Seacisco so well. Have you lived here since you were a child? May I ask who your mother is?” Johanna was usually reserved, but she was inexplicably interested in