The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 922 Go See The Kids

Draco had been worried that what had happened would affect Janet at work.

He hadn’t expected that Janet would handle it well.

Draco stopped frowning, stroked the face of the woman in the drawing and smiled.

When he first started this artwork, Janet had just started working at W Marks. Time passed quickly.

When Janet first arrived at W Marks on her first day, she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She had desperately wanted to be a designer and had always worked hard. No matter how hard the task, she’d always fully thrown herself into it, in order to be the best. Sometimes when she was set up by hostile colleagues, she would fight back smartly.

That was when Draco decided that what he wanted was to be her protector.

Looking at the portrait, Draco found that Janet had grown so much more composed and mature since then. She was practically a different person now. He couldn’t help but feel sad.

“It’s time to let it go.” He was talking to himself, with a self-deprecating smirk at the corners of his mouth. He packed all the sketches away into the box.

Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

work at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all

he eventually no longer felt

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woke up, she discovered that Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he

made and guessed that Brandon was

have any plans.

Brandon asked her to change into some

waiting outside

but before she was done, Brandon said, “I need to change as well. We’re going to see

back at Brandon in confusion and forgot to zip

to a charity event today. Every three years, I meet the children we funded. This gives

wasn’t

she could go to the Larson

her. He removed her unzipped dress, held the back of

struggle but failed. “Brandon,” she said. “We’re

take long,” Brandon replied in

high above her head and pressed

time his hands reached her thighs and he was about to continue, there was suddenly the sounds of knocking at the door. “Who is it?” Brandon growled in a low voice, trying to suppress his

anger in Brandon’s voice from outside the door, however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the driver

downstairs didn’t know that