The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1249 The First Client

“Social media account?” Janet found herself bewildered.

Discovering today that the store had undergone a renovation, she hadn’t had the chance to update the address of her studio on her social media profile. “Yes.”

The woman nodded, handing her phone to Janet. She pointed to the address on the screen, inquiring, “Isn’t this the right address?”

Upon closer inspection, Janet realized that the address was indeed here, which only added to her confusion.

When had she updated her personal information, and why couldn’t she remember doing so?

Suddenly, a suspect crossed her mind.

Janet shot Brandon a fierce glare. “Did you do this?” she demanded in a hushed tone.

He was the only one who knew her password and could access her phone.

Grinning slyly, Brandon confessed, “I changed your social media account’s address to this studio a while ago. You know, users could easily track you down through Clyde’s photos. They are quite the detectives, so it’s best to stay one step ahead.”

by Brandon. Fury simmered within Janet, but

Janet White’s studio?” she interjected. “If not,

Janet bit her tongue. Shooting Brandon another glare, she whispered venomously, “We’ll discuss

woman, offering a courteous and warm smile. “Hello, miss,” she greeted. “I’m Janet White. What type of clothing design are you seeking?

the woman into the

of coffee for her. “Might I ask your

the coffee, sipping it gently before responding, “Carly

kind of clothing

earnestly, “I saw the outfit you created deeply moved.

independent studio, Janet

replied, “I’m still considering it; I haven’t quite

probed further,

explained, “After seeing that outfit, I couldn’t help but think of my own grandmother and knew I had to commission you. However, I haven’t pinned

veiled

I previously asked Draco from W Marks to design something

tea, she continued with a smile, “But when I saw your designs, I just knew you could create

anticipated such confidence

designer, her reputation hardly rivaling