The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was autumn in Seacisco.Golden, auburn and red leaves fell gently from the trees and scattered the streets below.

The sky was overcast and gloomy.

Every person on the street had windbreakers on and walked briskly through the inclement weather.

Janet peered out of the window, wondering whether there would be heavy rains to follow this foreboding weather.

Tiffany's usual serious voice suddenly came to her ears.

"See me in my office, Lind." Everyone cast Janet a sympathetic look.

Recently, Tiffany had been picking on every designer in the store.

People were starting to wonder if she was perhaps going through menopause.

"Ms.Fisher, what can I do for you?"

Janet recalled the work she had done over the past few days.She had completed every project as scheduled.She couldn't think of a reason for Tiffany to criticize her.

project.A clothing brand of theirs wants to work

chair and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then she lowered her head and continued to look over

will I work with this time?" Janet said, holding a large

eyes, rested her elbow on the table, and said thoughtfully, "Since you have worked with the Perkins before, I am going to let

I'm just a mid-tier

any project, nor did she qualify for one; which meant

could definitely attract

request from us, so this is final.Well, you may leave now," Tiffany

had mixed

supervisor was friendly and nice, other times she felt like

it for some time but still felt uneasy.She

you please

other end of the line, he was initially quite happy.But when he heard the frigid tone in which she questioned him,

Would you do me the courtesy of not accusing me of something before you

wanted me to be the chief designer on the new project?" Janet was confused and her tone

nothing to do with me.The clothing brand saw our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they came to