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

only in the work room for only a few minutes. It was all my fault. I should have checked the dresses after she left!” Tasha was

in a million years that this disaster could’ve happened on her watch. “You never should have trusted Delores. She was scheming and plotting behind our

had a mean streak, but she’d never expected that she would’ve been so spiteful as to destroy a dress she’d designed herself just

helped Tasha to her feet and asked, “When

small fists, Tasha answered,

here yet.” Over the course of her career as a designer, Janet had faced many similar disasters, and she had become a pro at

a disaster before. Wracked with anxiety, she said, “I should’ve kept an eye on Delores the whole time. I

for her failure

situation for a short while and then

knock at the door. From the other side of the door a voice called, “Tasha? Are you in? Miss Lopez is here for her dress. Please come bring it out as soon as you can. She’s waiting

reflexive motion she jumped up, grabbed the dress from Janet, hung it on a hook, and shoved it behind other changing

on doing, Janet grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? What are you gonna say to

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