The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 890 A Ruined Dress

Immediately after rushing into the room, Janet took in the mess before her eyes. Her face froze in horror.

Tasha was squatting on the floor, a tattered golden dress clutched in her arms. Stunned, she asked, “Miss Lopez needs this dress any second now. What should we do?!” Trying to keep calm, Janet replied, “Don’t worry. Let’s see if we can figure out a way to fix this.” She picked up the dress herself and examined it closely to see what could be done.

Upon close observation, she realized that the state of the dress was much worse than she’d thought from further away. The damage was all on the front. There would be no way to mend it without leaving visible signs of the repair.

A grimace crossed Tasha’s face. “There’s no saving it, is there?”

Janet took a deep breath, not ready to answer the question directly. She composed herself and asked, “Do you know who did it?”

“Delores handed over all her projects to me yesterday. Everything went well,” Tasha replied, reflecting on yesterday and all of the work that Delores had accomplished. “But before she left for the day, Delores did say that she wanted to give the dresses one last look -over, saying she always thought of the dresses she works on as if they were her own children. She was crying so hard, so I didn’t stop her. I… I didn’t even pay

fault. I

put into the dress, Tasha had never worried that it would’ve been safe in her hands. She never expected in a million years that this disaster could’ve happened on her watch. “You never should have trusted Delores.

she’d never expected that she would’ve been so spiteful as to destroy a

to her feet and asked, “When

her fingers into small fists, Tasha answered, “This

priority is to reassure our guest that everything will be alright,” Janet continued. “Tasha, you go check if Miss Lopez is here yet.” Over the course of her career as a designer, Janet had faced many similar disasters, and she had become a pro

going to explain that to Miss Lopez?” Tasha had never dealt with such a disaster before. Wracked

for her failure to protect the dress from the vindictive

solves absolutely nothing.” Retaining her cool, Janet pondered the situation for a short while and then said, “We have to simply come up with

Are you in? Miss Lopez is here for her

a hook, and shoved it behind other changing clothes, doing her best to conceal the evidence of the

door. Not knowing what she was planning on doing, Janet grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you think you’re doing?

Lopez, explain the situation to her, and hopefully ask her to give us more time,” the miserable Tasha blurted out. “This