The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 867 She Feels Like Some Rich Magnate

“What can I do for you ladies?” Janet asked as she draped her shawl over her arm.

She didn’t know any of the five female models in front of her. They were all tall and slender, and certainly made up nicely. The girls exchanged a look.

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One of them, who sported a chic bob, stepped forward and said, “We’ve been watching you for a while now. But none of us had the guts to say hello. Can we call you Janet? We’re fans of your designs, as well as W Marks.”

The others bobbed their heads eagerly, their expressions bright and hopeful. Indeed, they looked like they were face to face of their greatest idol.

Another model, this one with long, sleek hair, held up her phone and spoke timidly. “If it’s all right with you, can we exchange contact information?”

The others nodded again. “That’s right! Let’s exchange numbers! If your studio holds a fashion show in the future, we will be more than happy to help.”

Janet smiled and agreed. These women looked to be just the same age as her, and they spoke with so much enthusiasm that she couldn’t find it in herself to refuse.

model in the lead hooked her arm around Janet’s and ushered her to the bar. And that

front of her, and soon, she was feeling tipsy. Her head was

chin in both

models covered their mouths to hide their cunning smiles. They helped Janet sit up and urged her to drink more. “Come on, you’re really good at

need to finish this

too drunk to understand what they said. “We never

one of them even pinched Janet’s nose playfully. “Just drink

was coerced into drinking glassafter

to

to get even dizzier. She could barely hold

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he noticed that some women were hogging Janet as well. He suddenly had the feeling

to go and check on a friend.” He nodded apologetically to the models and headed in Janet’s

is a welcome guest here. Why do you have to meddle in her affairs?

brought a few extra outfits tonight. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll accidentally spill some wine on

grievance. “Are you having fun bullying me like this? I just want to dance with