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."

have met such a vindictive client who couldn’t draw a line between their professional and personal

every day. The elevator door opened, and the two walked

building, she saw Jocelyn walking toward her with an

Janet’s face turned cold.

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

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 like you only deserves a poor illegitimate child.You have to obey others all your life and

to hear her

from the industry? We’ll see when that happens.By the way, is something wrong with your previous boyfriend? Is that why you’ve shifted

her beautiful painted

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

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

walking

of being in a

"Yes."

have the time to

the woman’s screams, she walked out of the building, hailed a taxi, and left. In the evening, the

coffee in her hand.She hadn’t moved

opened the glass door to the