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.

to the

soon, she was feeling tipsy. Her

the bar counter and cupped her chin in both

up and urged her to drink more. “Come on, you’re really good at this. You

just now? As punishment, you need to finish this glass.” The model pushed the c*cktail closer to

frowned. She wasn’t too drunk to understand what they said. “We never played a drinking game.

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

Janet was coerced into

conscious part of her couldn’t quite believe what was happening. She finally got the chance to experience

even dizzier.

accost him. Out of the corner of his eye, however,

and check on a friend.” He nodded

acted quickly and stood in Derek’s way. “Have you lost all common sense? Janet is a welcome guest here. Why do you

down. “It looks like you brought a few extra outfits tonight. Aren’t you afraid

him, her eyes filled with grievance. “Are you having fun bullying me