The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Hiffany pursed her ruddy lips, feeling helpless.She put away the design draft, stood up, and nodded.

"Okay, we’ll go back and discuss it again.Sorry for bothering you two."

When they entered the elevator, Tiffany turned to look at Janet.

"What happened? Did you offend that woman?" Janet didn’t know what to say.

The feud between her and the Lind family was complicated.

"Well, that was a long time ago," she said, letting out a weary sigh.

Tiffany rubbed her temples and nodded.

She looked effortlessly beautiful when she arched her eyebrows.

"I didn’t expect you to offend someone.After all, considering your kind nature, I didn’t think you were capable of rubbing people the wrong way." A smile stretched across Janet’s lips.

"Ms.Fisher, since they don’t want mine, why don’t we use someone else’s design?"

"Yeah.That’s the only solution.We have no other choice."

such a vindictive client who couldn’t draw a line between their professional and personal life.Well, you go back to the company first.I’ll

worked every day. The elevator door opened, and the two walked out, one after

before Janet left the building, she saw Jocelyn walking toward her with an

Janet’s face turned cold.

angry? I haven’t barred you from the entire industry yet." Jocelyn

the right man or not.As you can see, Jason is a handsome guy.But he is also the CEO of this company A lowly woman

was amused to hear her childish

me from the industry? We’ll see when that happens.By the way, is something wrong

beautiful painted

company isn’t doing well.I guess it will go bankrupt soon.That’s why I dumped him.You see, only a

be more careful.You’ve had a history of boyfriends.Your first boyfriend’s family went bankrupt, and you dumped him.Your second boyfriend had a serious ailment, and you dumped him.Your third boyfriend’s parents were arrested, and you dumped him.It seems to me that you’re bad luck — anyone who dates

walking out "You

being in

"Yes."

have the time to argue

taxi, and left. In the evening, the setting

was standing on the balcony with a mug of coffee in her hand.She hadn’t moved ever since she

opened the glass door to the balcony and walked to