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.

a knock at the door jolted him back to

darted to the

the private room. The ethereal figure who had

thundered as the captivating woman drew

Janet’s beauty remained unparalleled.

me, are you the artist, Clyde Lambert?” Janet’s dulcet tones echoed

Yes… Yes, I am,” he stammered, struggling to

charming smile graced her lips. “Nice to meet you. I’m Janet White, the

before cautiously accepting her outstretched hand,

was unwavering as she released his hand

self-assured smile

moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “You

tea for her, he feigned confusion. “Have

“You’re the Mr. L I mistook for someone else at the coffee shop

“Now that you mention it, I

chuckled, letting the

the design draft for Hannah’s garments from her bag, presenting it

confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the draft. “This is the design for Hannah’s outfit, and

of emotion surged through Clyde,