The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1274 Troublesome Reporters.

A dreamy breath came from Hannah over the phone.

“I had never imagined that I would find my face on the pages of a magazine.

I can’t thank you enough.”

Her excitement was contagious—floating over the air and giving a joyful ring.

Janet found herself smiling despite the small pang of sadness in her chest.

“You should give yourself more credit. It was you who brought those designs to life. I had nothing to do with it.”

Hannah smiled and argued, “But I would have never worn those clothes without your hard work, to begin with!”

Memories of her life as Hannah raised her came to the surface, bringing out bittersweet feelings of regret and gratitude.

Janet felt her throat tighten but forced herself to speak.

“Without you, Hannah, I wouldn’t be where I am as a designer.”

“And I would have done everything again in a heartbeat. You know that. Now, enough of this sad nonsense. The present is a much better time to live in,”

Hannah answered.

hidden it well, but the slight quiver in

the

you? These days, some journalists have been asking me questions about our past. I didn’t say

Not again.

frown crossed Janet’s

Clyde, Janet had a newfound animosity toward

was only getting worse with the news from

you alright, Hannah?”

bothering you too much.” A fond smile

I’m just a little worried. They can be pretty relentless, and if they keep digging around, they might harm you. Since you’ve been taken back to the Whites and married Brandon, a big part of your life has also changed.

she

care of yourself. Call me if anything happens. I’m here, and

moment, Brandon greeted Hannah as well, “Good evening, Hannah. Please don’t worry about Janet. I promise I’ll take good

lifted some of

“That’s great. You guys keep busy. I won’t disturb you two

ended,

is my fault,”

things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of my studio, and I hate

too well how brazen and relentless those reporters could

rats when it came to

didn’t say much about it, but Janet was certain they had been

arms wrapped around her in a protective

“Don’t worry.”