The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1245 Want To Own Janet

Janet and Clyde had both agreed to rendezvous at an upscale cafe, nestled amidst stunning scenery.

Nerves tingling with anticipation, Clyde reached the cafe early, eagerly awaiting Janet’s arrival.

The photos he took of Hannah were no coincidence.

He’d known for some time that Janet yearned to leave W Marks, aspiring to be an independent designer. Hannah’s garments were Janet’s first solo endeavor.

Initially, Clyde puzzled over why Janet would design for an ordinary elderly woman.

Upon discerning the connection between Janet and Hannah, a plan took shape in his mind.

To get closer to Janet, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah first.

Thus, he ventured to the countryside, capturing those images of Hannah and investing heavily in high-profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top of trending topics.

As anticipated, upon seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, Janet reached out to him, even consenting to a private meeting.

As long as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the fair maiden’s heart.

reverie, a knock at the

darted to the

hand gently pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure who had haunted his dreams gracefully

heart thundered as the captivating woman drew

Janet’s beauty remained unparalleled.

Clyde Lambert?” Janet’s dulcet tones echoed within the

breath hitched. “Yes… Yes… Yes, I am,” he

lips. “Nice to meet

inhaled deeply before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand, feigning composure. “Hello, I’m

about you,” she replied. Janet’s smile was

poised speech and self-assured smile

scrutinized Clyde’s face for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “You look

for her,

brow furrowed in thought, and then her face lit up with recognition. “You’re

he exclaimed, “Now that you mention it, I have a vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has brought us together

letting the subject

for Hannah’s garments from her bag,

professional, confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the

of emotion surged through