The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In Seacisco, the Larson Group building. Et han had just finished his video conference. He glanced at the clock on his desk and dialed Janet’s number. When the call connected, however, his face instantly darkened. 

“Honey, can you tell me why I’m greeted by your palm instead of your pretty face? What’s going on? I’ve been dying to see you.” 

“I’m right here, Honey, just a little busy. I’ll call you back in a while, okay? Mr. Wesley sent back my designs for further modifications.” Janet pulled back and glanced at her phone once before focusing back on her computer screen. Ethan’s tone grew somber. 

“Honey, don’t you realize that you’ve been working on these designs for more than a week? You’re working every single time I called you.”

 As a matter of fact, Janet had only been having four to five hours of sleep each day the past week. And it showed. Even the beauty filter of her camera couldn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted.

 Janet nodded lightly to acknowledge Ethan’s words, but her hand didn’t stop moving, and her eyes never strayed from her computer, either. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she had gone mad over her passion project. Et han sighed heavily.

 “Well, since you’re so busy, I won’t be keeping you. Sorry to disturb you.” That seemed to jolt her back to her senses. Janet dropped her digital pen and snatched her phone in a hurry. 

“Oh, Honey. I’m so grateful you called. I wouldn’t have realized I was overworked if you hadn’t pointed it out. But you know what? I’m always amazed by Mr. Wesley’s criticisms. They are surprisingly constructive, and he spots a lot of problematic details that I wouldn’t even have thought about. I feel like a new world has opened up before me, and that I’m welcome to learn new things without fear of judgment.” Ethan stared at her and saw how her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked. He could tell that she was having the time of her life at work. 

stop you from pursuing your dreams,” he said

objectively. Even the busiest department

shake his head and smile bitterly. What else could he say at this point? Janet was her own person, with her own free will. He had known the moment he let her go to Barnes that it wouldn’t be

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run

poked her head out of the kitchen and saw Janet. Johanna quickly wiped her hands

haven’t even had breakfast yet.” Janet was already in the entryway, putting her

design drafts. Mr. Wesley is going to look them over today, and hopefully

need to eat something!” Her heart ached at the memory of her daughter dragging her feet home so late

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designs. Even now, she was only thinking

shouldn’t be surprising that Draco was a strict and demanding boss-he wouldn’t be standing at the pinnacle of success otherwise. Perhaps, with him as her mentor, Janet would make rapid

the studio, she made a beeline for

times she had altered the designs until she was finally satisfied with them. Draco’s face was calm and unreadable as he took the