The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 895 How Are You Going To Thank Me Properly

Brandon, hands on the steering wheel, remarked, “The news that had been trending online was taken down from social media. But about an hour ago, someone suddenly appeared and claimed to be the designer from W Marks Studio. She published several pieces about you and Draco on social media, which rekindled public opinion.”

“What the hell are these journalists thinking these days ?!” Janet couldn’t have been more pissed off.

Brandon stated, “They may have been bought off by the woman who dubbed herself the W Marks’ designer. These journalists have no professional accomplishments or business ethics, in stark contrast to the ones I used to deal with. These folks are well-versed in the art of illegitimate coinage. It takes more than just threats to shut them up.” Softly, Brandon consoled her, “I’ll have someone take care of it later. Take it easy now. Tomorrow, everything will be solved and you can go back to work without worrying about anything.”

Janet paused for a second, and then said apologetically, “Sorry I have to bothering you every time I find myself in a sticky predicament. You have to do your own things, but I…”

Before she could continue, Brandon lifted a hand to squeeze her face. Then, with a wry grin on his face, he said, “Remember that, and make it up to me later.” “You…” When Janet realized what he meant, she melted to the point of blushing. She said, after some reflection, “It must have been Dalores who started all this commotion again. God! She has to pay for it!”

Mrs. Fuller, however, whom she has

a breath of relief and remarked, “Well, then, let’s go

much time or effort since there were still others trying to find Dalores. When Janet opened the door to get out,

the matter?” Janet asked in a

assist Draco in getting off the car? His previous illness

furious by pursing her lips. But the sparkle in her eyes was impossible

a quick, sheepish glance from the side. He told her, “Now,

she

leaned against his chest, her hands on the back of his neck, and felt the power of his pulse. She said, “I can assist you with that as well. You can hire paparazzi to follow us around and snap secret shots as well. I will look one hundred times better. Let’s make our intimate pictures go

Janet pressed her b*ody against Brandon’s and continued to softly touch

didn’t understand Brandon’s radio silence. She talked a lot, but he hadn’t responded to anything.

say something?” Janet played the lady he was holding. Her eyes were