The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 899 Running For Life

Dalores left W Marks Studio two days ago.

At the time, Tasha was busy taking care of the design drafts.

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Dalores sorted out the projects she had been handling and handed them over. “Tasha,” she said with some reluctance. “Is it possible for me to enter the clothing room for the last time? I just want to take one last look at the dresses. I don’t think I will be returning to W Marks again.”

After a brief moment’s hesitation, Tasha agreed to let her in.

Once inside, Dalores shut the door behind her and went on a rampage on Estella’s dress, cutting it up to bits and pieces.

“Janet! I’d like to see how

and make a scene at the studio, just as Mrs. Fuller had done last time. To her dismay, she waited and waited, but W Marks

end, Dalores was unable to

me! I had no idea that you resigned until I went to get my dress earlier.” Estella was obviously in a foul mood, and she was about to hang up when

some clumsy designer damaged

She is responsible and very capable, and I am satisfied with her. You, on the other hand, Dalores… You didn’t even notify me that you intended to resign! How negligent of you. With that kind of attitude, who do you think is going to hire you as their designer in the future?” Estella was notorious for her sharp tongue. She made sure to berate Dalores before ending

her way out of danger? And so, when rumors about Janet and Draco’s relationship reached Dalores, she wasted no time bribing several sketchy reporters to expose this supposed affair. She wanted to ruin Janet’s reputation once and

Larson Group. Not only that, but Dalores received lawyer’s letters shortly after, both

the likelihood of a jail sentence looming over her head, Dalores packed up her things and drove

often likened to Satan himself. Needless

glanced at the rearview mirror again. This time, she saw a number of cars tailing her at an alarming speed. In

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