The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 855 Torn Garment

After measuring Derek, Janet finally breathed a sigh of relief. “You can go on stage,” she said. “You’re just the right size for the clothes.”

Derek seemed to have expected this. “I fit all the standard sizes,” he said confidently, “and all clothes look good on me.”

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Janet handed him the garment. “Cut the crap,” she said, smiling. “Go get changed.”

Derek entered the fitting room while Janet waited outside nervously. The models had all been chosen by Draco himself. She didn’t know what the suit would look like on Derek.

“Something’s wrong with the clothes, Janet,” Derek called out from the fitting room.

“Stop joking around, Derek,” Janet replied, unimpressed. Her heart sank. She didn’t want to believe there could be a problem with the clothes.

Derek lifted the curtain of the fitting room and walked out. “See for yourself,” he said.

The backstage lights were bright, and Janet could see his well-defined muscles. She could also see a tear in the fabric that cut the clothing almost in two.

was shocked. “How could this be?” she stammered. With a quick wave of his hand, Derek said, “I didn’t do anything. I guess it got torn when the former model tried it on this morning. He must have been too afraid to take responsibility, so

that?” Janet asked suspiciously. “Have you done such things before?”

Yes, I’ve done it before. Luckily,

however. She sank into

“What?” he asked. “It’s not a big deal. We just need to find

Covering her forehead, she said, “This is insane. No wonder Mr. Wesley said the designers needed to watch their works carefully before the shows. I should have known something like this could happen. I should have been more

lowered his head and looked at her. “Forget it,” he said

looked at him dubiously. “No,” she said firmly. “Well, what are you going to do then?” He was curious

suddenly and took a deep breath. “Well, I know what to do now,” she

was floored by her tenacity. Before he could say anything else, Janet pulled him into the

she

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had entered its final

go out one by one. “The last works, by the W Marks. Cheer up, everyone! Don’t mess this

started playing. It was late at night and the

was a talented designer; his works were unique and won everyone’s

of the designers. The