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.

She said gently, “Well, just

It’s enough. Oh, they are urging me to return to the game. I

be best to deliver the final product to her as soon as possible. Elizabeth was browsing her socials during her break. When she put down her phone and turned around, she found that Janet wasn’t resting at all. Instead,

“Janet, do you have Facebook or Instagram or anything like that? 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

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

you are set on becoming an independent designer, you might as well register your account as an official account of your future

many good ideas,”

didn’t come up with all these ideas. Mandy and the other famous designers are all doing it. Mandy has already acquired many followers on her studios official account. She now has more than

while looking back at

future career. She was finally

she still needed a name for her future

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

the sight of Janet and yelled, “Hey, Mrs. Larson!

towards the car and assured, “You don’t have to pick me up from work anymore. I’m safe now.