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.

a stellar job in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand

and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then

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

was industry norm for there to usually be a chief designer and at least one lower level co-designer collaborating on one project together.Tiffany raised her eyes, rested her elbow on the table, and said thoughtfully, "Since you have worked with the

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