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.

job in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand of theirs wants to

the chair and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then

with this time?" Janet said, holding a

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

I'm just a mid-tier

never been a chief designer on any project, nor did she qualify for one;

definitely attract

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

mixed feelings about

that her supervisor was friendly and nice, other times

about it for some time but still

you please

initially quite happy.But when he heard the frigid

did I do? Would you do me the courtesy of not accusing me of something before

Tiffany that you wanted me to be the chief designer

clothing brand saw our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they came to you," Kent snorted