The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet didn’t answer her.

Instead, she calmly opened the envelope, pulled out the invitation, and held it up in between her slender fingers 

"Here.See for yourself."

To Jocelyn’s surprise, her name was on the invitation.

"What the hell?! How can this be—?!"

How did Janet get an invitation in her name? Jocelyn was shocked and green with envy.

Janet had married Ethan under her name.

Of course it was Jocelyn’s name on the invitation.

But the question still stood: how did Janet get an invitation to such an important occasion? Yes, she was an employee of the Larson Group, but she was a newbie and held no special position.

How could a new employee be qualified to attend such a dinner party? Exasperated and at a loss, Jocelyn could do nothing but look at Janet in disbelief.

Janet looked back at Jocelyn calmly.

"There.Satisfied? We’ll go inside now."

Jocelyn watched in silent rage as Janet and Ethan walked inside the venue.

angry that she stomped her high

Clacking echoed across the

Janet turned around and sneered, "Why are you still here? Did you want to stay and get a glimpse of

a taste of her

anger.She glared at Janet murderously, as

was about to begin, but Jocelyn was still standing outside,

what, she needed to get inside

streamed into the dinner

a stop

car, supported by a female companion in her twenties.It looked like a little kind-hearted girl was helping her frail grandfather

"Mr.Sherman, you’re here!"

face, Jocelyn sauntered over to the elderly businessman.He had tried to hook up with Jocelyn before, but she had rejected his advances because he was

she had to put her hopes on him to

"Jocelyn!"

stunned when he saw who had called his name.Then he

last

his eyes

Jocelyn walked to his

to call you, but I lost

The man smiled knowingly and put his wrinkled hand on Jocelyn’s waist.He had been interested in Jocelyn ever since the beginning.His gaze landed on her bulging cleavage, lust filling

haven’t you

me her invitation, but the

her lower lip, batting her eyelashes at the old man