The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1149 Her Future Career

Janet received a call from Hannah soon after she sent out the fax.

“Is this Janet?” Hannah asked repeatedly over the phone.

“Yes. Hannah. It’s me. Have you seen the design draft? Can you help me check if I need to change anything?” Janet replied with a chuckle.

She treated Hannah much gentler than anyone else. Hannah replied excitedly, “It s beautiful. All the details are perfect!”

“You must be exaggerating. But since you like it. I won’t edit it anymore,” Janet said, smiling even brighter.

However, her brows knitted as she heard many noises coming from Hannah’s side, “Hey. are you with your neighbor?”

“Yeah. Many of my neighbors have dropped by for a chat since I’m back. They even taught me to play cards. By the way, I also took in a little girl. She’s such a sweet angel. I will introduce her when you visit,” Hannah explained quickly.

relieved seeing Hannah with so many friends. She said

own. It’s enough. Oh, they

up her sleeves and got ready to return to work. Since Hannah approved the design, it would be best to deliver the final product to her as soon as possible. Elizabeth was browsing her socials during her break. When she put

You should sign up for an account. Then, you can publicize your designs and reach a wider audience. That way, your clients can increase, and your potential

sketching and replied thoughtfully, “I don’t socialize a lot, so I don’t have anything like that But I think you are right. I should register

designer, you might

ideas,” Janet agreed and started

are all doing it. Mandy has already acquired many followers on her studios official account. She now has more than a hundred thousand followers.” Elizabeth said

while looking

of her future career. She

still needed a name

the studio, she spotted a half-opened window of a Bentley parked not far away. Mesue was sitting in the driver’s seat, wearing a plain white shin that revealed her toned

of Janet and yelled, “Hey, Mrs. Larson! Get

“You don’t have to pick me up from work anymore. I’m safe