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.

stomped her high heel on

sound of heels Clacking echoed across

you still here? Did you want to stay and get a glimpse

gave Jocelyn a taste

were raging with anger.She glared at Janet murderously, as though she would

party was about to begin, but Jocelyn was still standing outside, the cold wind blowing at her.She couldn’t let Janet get

she needed to get inside the

people streamed into the dinner

slowly pulled to a stop outside the private

his fifties or sixties got off the car, supported by a female companion in her twenties.It looked like a little kind-hearted girl was helping

"Mr.Sherman, you’re here!"

flirtatious smile on her face, Jocelyn sauntered over to the elderly businessman.He had tried to hook up

now, she had to put her hopes on him to

"Jocelyn!"

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

number last time?

he spoke, his eyes roamed over

that she still had a chance, Jocelyn walked to his side

to call you, but

on Jocelyn’s waist.He had been interested in Jocelyn ever since the beginning.His gaze landed on

you gone

friend couldn’t make it and give me her invitation,

batting her eyelashes at the old