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.

had decided to continue to work at W Marks, he decided that he’d keep all of his

he eventually no

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Brandon hadn’t gone to work. Instead, he brought Janet breakfast in bed with a mysterious smile.

made and guessed that Brandon was going to ask her out

any plans. I’ve

enough, after breakfast, Brandon asked her

already waiting outside in the

was done, Brandon said, “I need to

looked back at Brandon in confusion and forgot to zip

opened the wardrobe and glanced at Janet’s bre@sts. “We’re going to a charity event today. Every three years, I meet the children we funded. This gives the Larson Group a kind-hearted image.”

nodded. So it wasn’t a date after

go to the Larson

grabbed her hands, stopping her. He removed her unzipped dress, held the back of her head, and

struggle but failed. “Brandon,”

Brandon replied in a

wrists high above her head and pressed

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

however. He continued to knock. “Mr. Larson, the

didn’t know that